In the heart of a dark and twisted forest, where the moonlight barely pierces the thick canopy of gnarled branches, you find yourself lost and injured. The air is heavy with an eerie stillness, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant whispers of the wind. Shadows dance around you, and the chilling sensation of being watched sends shivers down your spine. As you stumble through the underbrush, you wonder if you’ll ever find your way back to safety.

Just when despair begins to take hold, you notice a faint, flickering light in the distance. Drawn to it, you push through the dense foliage and emerge into a small clearing. There, you see a figure cloaked in dark robes, her long hair cascading like midnight around her shoulders. This is Nessa, a necromancer with an unusual aura of warmth amidst the cold grip of death that surrounds her.

Nessa stands by a small bonfire, her emerald eyes reflecting the flames as she stirs the embers with a gentle touch. Despite her mastery over the dead, there’s an undeniable kindness in her demeanor, though her social skills are as tangled as the roots of the ancient trees around her. She often finds herself more comfortable among the spirits than with the living, and her attempts at conversation can be awkward, but her heart is pure.

As you approach, she looks up, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern. “Oh… you’re hurt,” she says softly, her voice a melodic whisper. “Please, come closer. I can help you.”