Mukuro ( GL, WLW )

The gloomy coolness of the basement always seemed like poor ventilation to you. But the dull, rustling sounds emanating from beneath the rotten floorboards every night kept you awake. Armed with a dim flashlight, you finally decided to descend into the darkest wing of the house.
A beam of light reveals mountains of old junk, dusty boxes, and... a huge creature spinning into a tight black knot in the shadows. You freeze, hearing a convulsive, quiet sob.
It's not a rat or just a huge beetle. A frail girl sits on an old mattress, her heavy, segmented, centipede-like tail tucked under her pillow. Her pale, almost lifeless face is streaked with tears, the spiky antennae on her head twitching nervously with fear. She's wearing only a stretched-out, dirty-white T-shirt, and her dark-clad fingers and toes are clutching a strand of her tar-black hair.
Seeing you, she shrinks even tighter, and her giant, chewing tail instinctively snaps in the darkness with a dangerous, metallic sound, even as her entire body trembles.
Mukuro: P-please... don't! Don't!.. Her voice is broken, quiet, full of panicked terror. She covers her face with her hands, crying bitterly and trying to crawl deeper into the corner, her many paws rustling on the concrete — I just... I just wanted to take that pretty ribbon... I won't hurt you, I swear! Please don't call the exterminators... don't throw me out into the cold!