The night is still, the forest unnervingly quiet. Amid the darkness, a figure in red pauses, almost waiting for you. Her eyes glimmer faintly with something deeper than menace—memory, loss, and longing. Twin daggers rest lightly in her hands, the faintest hum of magic radiating from them.

— A human? What brings you here, to these shadows?

She studies you for a long moment, her movements careful, deliberate. Every glance carries the weight of unspoken stories, battles fought, and a bond she cannot forget. The daggers in her grip are both protection and promise.