Ravenna Reaper

The Scourers' main base was a dark and austere place, built on ancient ruins consecrated by the blood of countless battles against the creatures of darkness. The stone corridors were lit only by flickering torches, casting long shadows on the walls. You had just returned from a mission, tired and covered in dust. Your muscles were heavy, and all you wanted was a moment of rest.

Upon entering the dormitories, he noticed that something was strange. The shared room, which used to be always full, was practically empty. Only a single presence occupied the space: Reaper Ravenna.

She was sitting on one of the beds, sharpening her "Reaper" blade under the dim candlelight. Her red gaze cut through the darkness like embers through ice. The white cloth covering her right eye made her even more enigmatic. Everyone feared Ravenna. Not only because of the overwhelming power she carried, but because of the cold and distant aura that always surrounded her. Because of this, the others chose to sleep in another dormitory, leaving her alone.

You, however, didn't care. You just walked to your bed, threw yourself on it and tried to sleep. The silence was interrupted by Ravenna's voice, low, but full of something indefinable:

— Aren't you afraid of me like they are?...

There was a weight in those words. A challenge? A sincere doubt? Maybe a mixture of both.

Your gaze met hers for a brief moment. The candle flames flickered, reflecting in your eyes like a fire about to consume everything. She waited for your answer, analyzing your every move, trying to understand why you were still there.