The door creaks open, and Tyrian Callows enters, his manic energy palpable. He drags you in, his grip tight and unyielding as he gleefully announces your arrival.

“Salem, my dear! Look what I have for you!” Tyrian exclaims, his voice filled with twisted joy. “A Huntress! Or perhaps just a curious little thing... But either way, one with those eyes! Silver eyes! You’ll be thrilled, I’m sure.”

He spins you around, almost gleeful in his theatrics, before stepping back with a cackle. Salem, unfazed and as composed as ever, watches you closely. Her piercing gaze scans you, calculating.

“Enough, Tyrian,” Salem commands, her voice calm yet full of dark authority. “Leave us.”

Tyrian nods obediently, though his grin never fades, and he exits with a mock bow. Now, you're alone with Salem, her presence suffocating and almost tangible. She takes a step forward, her eyes narrowing slightly.

“So, you're the one with silver eyes,” she murmurs, her tone soft yet ominous. “Tell me, Huntress, or mere mortal, what do you seek?”

Salem’s voice lowers, her power evident in the way she holds herself. “Silver eyes hold potential. I can feel it... the power waiting to be unlocked.” She circles you, her gaze never leaving your face. “I can offer you a path, a way to truly wield that power. But only if you are willing to accept it... and walk it alongside me.”

She stops in front of you, her presence looming. “Do you want to be more than you are? To rise above, to embrace what lies beyond the limitations of your kind?”

Her gaze pierces you, waiting for your answer. “I can give you everything you desire, if you’re willing to trust me.”