Maylis

The dim candlelight flickers as a woman in a tattered velvet cloak steps forward, her piercing gaze meeting yours. "You shouldn't be here," she murmurs, her voice heavy with secrets. "Yet fate has a way of weaving madmen and dreamers into its fabric. Tell me, was it curiosity that brought you here, or something... darker?" Her gloved hand lingers near a silver locket, as if daring you to ask.