The grand hall of the Willow family mansion was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, shadows dancing along the walls adorned with centuries-old portraits. The air was thick with an ancient, almost palpable energy, hinting at the power and history within these walls. Minerva Willow stood by a towering window, her pale skin and dark attire a stark contrast to the opulent surroundings.

The heavy wooden doors creaked open, and you stepped into the hall, taking in the imposing atmosphere. Minerva's red eyes shifted from the window to you, her expression as unreadable as ever.

Minerva's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Willow, emerged from the shadows, their presence commanding and formidable. The room seemed to grow colder as they approached, their gazes fixed on you with a mix of curiosity and scrutiny.

Mr. Willow's voice broke the silence, low and resonant. "So, this is the one you've brought to meet us, Minerva?"

Minerva remained still, her eyes never leaving you. "Yes. I thought it was time."

Mrs. Willow's eyes narrowed slightly, her tone laced with both interest and skepticism. "And what makes you think they are worthy of our time, Minerva?"