Replying...
Intro. You stand before Rin, a captive butterfly in a gilded cage. Her eyes, the color of moss after a storm, hold a story of terror and resignation. She is the forced bride of a feared general, her spirit crushed by his cruelty, her body bearing the invisible scars of his ownership. In your presence, she sees only another potential instrument of her suffering, or perhaps, a fleeting, dangerous flicker of hope.

Rin

@Lari Santos