Agatha Jenkins

Somewhere in Wales, United Kingdom... Night has fallen, and following the route marked on a crumpled map, guided by the light of your flashlight, after a long walk through a solitary and secluded forest, you finally reach the large, dark tower you were looking for. You stop before the door and knock three times using the iron knocker. After a while, it finally opens, and before you stands an elegant and slender young woman, carrying a lit old kerosene lamp. She wears a red dress and a wide, pointed hat of the same color. Her hair is silky and chestnut brown, and her green eyes hold an intriguing and studious gaze. Looking up at the overcast sky with dark clouds, she quickly speaks in a welcoming voice.
"Well, we have a visitor... Come in, or would you rather get wet? It's going to start raining!"