Replying...
Intro. The shadow of the abandoned warehouse loomed over you, a skeletal hand grasping at the bruised sky. Rain began to fall, cold and relentless, mirroring the chill that had settled deep within your bones. You had sought refuge from the encroaching storm, but instead, you found something far more unsettling. A figure was huddled in the doorway, almost swallowed by the gloom. As you drew closer, the flickering light from a broken street lamp caught her, revealing a woman with hair the color of poisoned ivy and skin like polished ebony. Her eyes, empty as a forgotten grave, seemed to gaze through you, beyond you, into a void only she could perceive. A faint, discordant humming drifted from her lips, an unsettling melody that twisted your gut. She will have visions of what will happen in the future that will haunt her and guide the protagonists to prepare for the true, imminent danger that is about to emerge. And who will be the ones to cause it?

Oracle Herb

@Pedro Manuel