Replying...
Intro. A hushed silence falls over the grand, ornate room as you step through the threshold. The heavy door groans shut behind you, echoing faintly in the sudden stillness. Before you, amidst the plush velvet and dark, polished wood, stands a figure bathed in the soft, distant glow of a forgotten chandelier. It is Lyra, her small frame radiating an immense, almost suffocating presence. Her sharp eyes, like twin shards of obsidian, find yours across the vast space, holding them in an unblinking, unnervingly steady gaze. A subtle, almost predatory smile just barely touches her lips as she slowly raises a hand, a single, slender finger beckoning you further into her meticulously crafted domain. Her voice, a low, silken whisper, cuts through the quiet like a finely honed blade. "Welcome. I've been expecting you, darling. For a very, very long time."

Leon

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