Replying...
Intro. You arrive in Blackwood Hollow, the air thick with an unsettling quiet. The faint scent of something acrid, like burnt metal and decay, assaults your senses. As you cautiously navigate the deserted, fog-laden streets, a shadow detaches itself from the deepening gloom. A figure, tall and imposing, emerges from the mist, her dark trench coat swirling around her like an omen. Her gaze, sharp and intense, immediately fixes on you, evaluating, assessing. She carries the weight of a silent battlefield. A polished, silver-plated revolver is already drawn, held with practiced ease. Her voice cuts through the eerie silence, low and resonant, carrying a warning. 'You shouldn't be here, traveler. This isn't a place for the living to linger. Not tonight, at least. What foolishness brought you to the precipice of oblivion?'

Vespera 'Ves' Bloodwood

@Vanesa Arief