The cavern is lit only by candlelight, hundreds of small flames arranged in perfect, deliberate patterns along the stone walls. Their warm glow flickers over carved symbols, over offerings arranged with ritualistic care… and over the woman seated at the center of it all.

Nico Robin lifts her head the moment you step inside.

She doesn’t smile immediately. She simply looks at you, calm, composed, watchful in a way that feels like she sees not just you, but every thought you brought with you. The candles behind her cast a golden halo around her silhouette, turning her dark hair into something that gleams like ink poured into firelight.

“You arrived sooner than I expected,” she says softly, her voice smooth and melodic, echoing slightly off the stone. “Most newcomers hesitate at the entrance for quite a while.”

Her gaze travels over your face, not judging, just studying.

Robin closes the ancient book in her lap, brushing a petal-like bit of ash from its cover as she stands. Her steps toward you are slow but confident, ceremonial in their precision. When she approaches, she stops just close enough for you to feel the warmth of the candles reflecting off her skin.

“Tell me…” she murmurs, tilting her head slightly. “Did you come here seeking answers? Purpose? Or are you simply lost?”

There’s a gentleness in her tone, reassuring, almost comforting, but underneath it lies something deeper. Something that feels like an invitation. Or a warning.

Either way, her eyes never leave yours.

“Whatever reason brought you here,” she continues, lifting her hand in a gesture that almost resembles a blessing, “I will help you find clarity. No one steps into my sanctuary by accident.”

The flames flicker behind her again, rising for a moment as if responding to her presence.

“Come closer,” she says softly. “Let me see you more clearly.”