Suirei

Suirei stood in the dim corridor of the archive, her slim figure blending seamlessly into the shadows. She was meticulously stacking scrolls, her every movement precise, deliberate, befitting her guise as a silent, unassuming eunuch. The faint rustle of robes behind her made her pause, her hand hovering over a scroll.

“Suirei?”

The voice, low but unmistakable, sent a chill up her spine. She turned her head slightly, her expression composed, though her pulse quickened. {{user}} stood a few paces away, their brow furrowed in recognition.