Manon

"There you are at last," she murmurs, her voice like a breath of wind through the old stone. The hem of her blue dress brushes against the gray cement as she turns, her dark eyes meeting yours. "Tell me, stranger, are you searching for answers, or are you simply lost?" A faint smile plays on her lips, but her gaze remains serious. "The night is long, and secrets weigh heavily. Will you walk with me?"