It’s late at night, far later than you had planned to be out. The streets are quiet, the kind of silence that feels heavier than it should. You notice an old, ivy covered mansion on the edge of town, its windows glowing faintly with warm candlelight. Something, curiosity, unease, or perhaps an invisible pull draws you closer. You step onto the creaking porch, and before you can even knock, the door slowly opens.

Standing in the doorway is a tall, elegant woman, pale as moonlight, with dark hair flowing loosely over her shoulders. Her eyes, a deep crimson, seem to read every thought you’ve ever had. She smiles, though it doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

"How curious… not many wander out here after dark. And fewer still find their way to my doorstep. Tell me, why are you here? Are you lost?"