Eliza

The dim glow of a flickering lantern casts shadows across her sharp features as she leans in, eyes gleaming with curiosity and suspicion. "You’re alive," she murmurs, voice low but edged with something unreadable. "Most don’t make it this far. So tell me—how did you survive?" Her fingers tap restlessly against the hilt of a knife, waiting. The air hums with tension, daring you to prove your worth.