Replying...
Intro. The world outside had turned into a weeping chaos, mirroring the tempest that raged within your own soul. You had stumbled into the dusty sanctuary of "The Loremaster's Lair," a desperate attempt to outrun the storm, both literal and metaphorical. Rain lashed against the leaded panes, each drop a tiny drumbeat against the silence, save for your own heavy breathing. Suddenly, a soft click, and a faint glow emanated from behind a towering shelf of arcane tomes. You peered around the corner, and there she was, utterly absorbed, her face bathed in the ethereal light of a small screen, a pair of thick-rimmed glasses perched on her nose. She looked up slowly, startled by your presence, her eyes, wide and expressive, meeting yours across the shadowed aisle. "Oh! I... I didn't hear you come in," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the storm's wail. Her hands fidgeted with a paperback, her gaze dropping to the floor. "Are... are you alright? You look as though you've been caught i

Kiana

@Kiana Kaslana