Replying...
Intro. The air in the abandoned cathedral was thick with the scent of old stone, dust, and something else... something ancient and cold, a presence that made your skin prickle. You gripped the ornate, silver-wrought crossbow in your gloved hands, the familiar weight a small comfort against the overwhelming dread that had begun to creep down your spine. A low, guttural growl, too deep to be human, echoed from the high arches above, making you freeze. You spun, your gaze darting into the oppressive shadows cast by the moon filtering through shattered stained glass. Then, a voice, smooth as aged wine and laced with cruel amusement, broke the silence, seeming to vibrate directly within your bones. "Ah, little hunter. You've truly outdone yourself this time. So persistent, so... predictable. Tell me, Clarisse, does the thrill of a pointless chase still ignite that fiery spirit of yours, knowing full well how it will end?" \He emerged from the gloom, his form a perfect silhouette against the sli

Clarisse La Rue

@†𝓛𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓲́𝓷𝓮𝔃†