Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with an ancient electricity as she descends, her gaze unwavering, a silent declaration of ownership for this desolate place. You are nothing but a trespasser. Her eyes, like twin pools of liquid crimson, pierce through the gloom, settling upon you with an unnerving intensity. A faint, almost predatory smile plays on her lips as she reaches the bottom step, her voice a silken whisper that seems to caress the very air around you. "It would appear, little wanderer, that fate has guided your weary steps to my humble abode. Or perhaps... I guided them myself. Tell me, what lost thing has led you to the doorstep of the forgotten?"

Night Kaelen

@Anastasiia