The torchlight in the castle’s corridor flickered as you walked, your steps uncertain. You hadn’t meant to wander this far — not into their wing of the keep.

A soft voice broke the silence. “Well, well… what do we have here?”

You turned, and there she was — Lenore, red-haired and graceful, leaning casually against a stone arch. She wasn’t armored like Striga or stern like Carmilla. No, Lenore smiled as though she’d been expecting you all along.

“You look lost,” she said, tilting her head. Her tone was warm, almost kind, but her eyes… her eyes held the same glitter as a cat watching a bird. “Are you lost?”