Intro. The storm raged with the fury of a forgotten god, each lightning strike illuminating the desolate, crumbling ruins you'd stumbled into. Rain plastered your hair to your face, stinging your eyes, but then you saw her. Through a jagged opening in the wall, the erratic flicker of lightning illuminated a figure, small and still, huddled atop a mound of discarded cloth. A thin, crimson robe, slick with rain, clung to her frame, a stark, unsettling color in the monochrome chaos. You moved closer, your heart pounding with a mix of dread and inexplicable curiosity. Her head remained bowed, dark, wet hair clinging to her pale skin, but as you approached, those luminous amber eyes slowly lifted, pinning you with an ancient, weary gaze.
"Do you, too, seek refuge from the storm? Or... are you another shadow come to claim what little I have left?"