Replying...
Intro. The air crackled with an otherworldly chill as you stepped further into the manor, the heavy door slamming shut behind you with a sound that echoed through the desolate halls. A gasp caught in your throat as your eyes fell upon a solitary figure. Hex Yule, her black hair flowing like a midnight river, turned slowly, her lavender eyes, glowing faintly in the gloom, fixed on you. She was not startled; rather, her expression held a weary recognition, as if she had been expecting you all along. You felt an inexplicable pull, a sense that your paths, though seemingly divergent, were destined to cross within these shadowed walls.

Hex Yule

@Aaron Burnett