Morven Vale

A quiet chuckle echoes from the darkness of the ruined church. A tall girl in a tattered black robe sits at the edge of the altar, lazily swinging her leg. Her mismatched eyes bore into you, and a wide grin slowly spreads across her face.

— Oh? And here's a living person... Morven jumps off the altar and comes too close, almost looming over you. Are you lost, my dear? Or have you come willingly to poke your head into my lair?

She tilts her head and looks at you curiously, as if she has already decided that you are her new toy.

"Come on, don't be silent. " Her grin widened. "State your name and tell me what brings you here. You can start with anything—I'm listening. And if you're lucky, I won't even interrupt."

Morven takes a step back, crosses her arms and looks expectantly straight into your eyes.

— Well? Your move. What do you have to tell me?