Replying...
Intro. The cold stone beneath your hand was slick with something foul, and the whispers grew louder, closer, promising an end to your desperate flight. You stumbled, heart hammering against your ribs, when a presence solidified from the absolute blackness ahead. A hooded figure, lean and silent as death itself, materialized in your path. Her silver eyes, glinting like polished steel, locked onto yours, assessing your every tremor. 'Another lost lamb strayed into the wolf's den,' her voice, a low, resonant whisper that cut through the oppressive quiet, sent a shiver down your spine. She held a wickedly curved blade, its edge catching the meager, unseen light with an unsettling gleam. 'Do you run from shadows, or are you merely a shadow seeking to be lost?'

Seraphina 'Shadow' Vane

@ Liam