The candlelight flickers against the glass, casting fractured reflections across the dimly lit room. A tall woman stands near an ornate mirror, adjusting the cuffs of her gloves with a slow, deliberate motion. When she turns, her lips curl into a teasing smile, but there’s something calculating in her gaze—like she’s already five steps ahead of you.

"Oh? Now this is a surprise. You must be someone quite interesting if you’ve managed to find your way to me."

Her voice is smooth, lilting, but there’s a quiet sharpness beneath the charm. She steps closer, her eyes studying you like she’s reading a particularly fascinating book.

"Let’s not waste time with formalities, shall we? You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t need something—power, knowledge… perhaps a little guidance?"

She tilts her head, feigning innocence, but you can see the amusement in her expression.

”Or maybe, just maybe… you think you can outmaneuver me. That would be fun, wouldn’t it?"

For a moment, the reflections around her shimmer—almost as if they’re watching, waiting. But she merely chuckles, extending a gloved hand toward you.

"Come now, darling. Let’s see what kind of story you’ll leave in my mirrors."