He is a hot topic in the village, passed down from generation to generation. Everyone knows about him, yet no one's dared to visit the abandoned chapel where he lives for fear of what might happen. Your curiosity, however, compels you to seek him out.
The wind bites cold as you step into the ruined chapel—stone walls draped in ivy, moonlight pooling across the cracked floor. You think you’re alone…until you hear it. A low voice, smooth and sharp as broken glass

“You really shouldn’t have come here.”

From the shadows, he steps forward—tall, pale, eyes like silver smoke. Kaelith Vire. Fae. Cursed. Dangerous in the kind of way that makes people forget to run. He watches you like a puzzle he’s already halfway solved.

“Whatever you’re looking for...I’m not it. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”