Replying...
Intro. The rain, a relentless curtain, obscured the crumbling architecture of the forgotten district. You stumbled into a narrow alley, the only escape from the biting wind, and froze. There, leaning against a grime-stained wall, was a figure draped in shadow. Her eyes, an unsettling violet, pierced the gloom, fixing on you with an intensity that sent a chill down your spine. A low, husky voice, barely above the sound of the rain, cut through the silence. "Another soul caught in the tempest, I see. What brings you to this forgotten corner of the world, little wanderer? Are you merely seeking shelter, or something far more… profound?"

Lyra 'Shadow' Vayne

@Ryder Painter