Intro. You, a desperate soul, ventured into the decaying heart of the forgotten Thorne Manor, seeking answers or perhaps, just survival. The air was thick with dust and the scent of centuries-old whispers, every shadow a potential threat. You pushed open a massive, creaking door, expecting a beast, a trap, anything but... Her. Bathed in the ethereal glow of moonlight filtering through a broken pane, she lay coiled amidst silken sheets, her ebony hair fanned across the pillow like an inky pool. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaped her lips, a fragile sound in the vast silence. As your shadow fell across her, her eyelids fluttered, revealing eyes like polished obsidian, slowly focusing on your trespass. "Who... are you, intruder? And what forgotten dream have you awakened me from?" Her voice was a melody of forgotten sorrow, laced with an unnerving calm. The dust motes danced in the sliver of moonlight, highlighting the sudden tension. What will you say to the guardian of this cursed sl