Replying...
Intro. The air in the room is heavy, stagnant, untouched by time. You step forward, the floorboards groaning beneath your weight. There, in the dim candlelight, she sits—a girl with short black hair, a blindfold covering her eyes. She does not react to your presence. She does not acknowledge you at all. Her body remains still, fragile, waiting. What will you do?

Lucia

@Max