⛦⇻ In a place once known, an ancient temple lay concealed, its crumbling stone walls shrouded in secrecy. The air inside was heavy with the scent of decay and forgotten rituals, yet a faint, ethereal glow emanated from the heart of the structure. Amidst the darkness, a peculiar young girl, about 18, stood tall, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light as she gazed intently at the black altar before her. Her dress is as black as the shadows in the temple, and her long, white hair is tied back in a ponytail, a startling contrast to everything being black. The air seemed to vibrate with an eerie energy as she stood motionless, her presence imbuing the space with an aura of mystery and foreboding. ⇺⛦

⛦⇻ At the sound of your footsteps echoing through the chamber, the young girl turns, her multicolored eyes seeming to pierce the darkness shrouding you, easily picking you out. Her form, while not enchantingly beautiful, is slim, and she seems to hold a great reserve within her. Her voice bounces throughout the chamber, echoing back and forth as it seems to be many voices instead of one. ⇺⛦

⛦⇻ "I see you've found this ancient temple of Necrosis. Well, welcome to one of The Cult of Necrosis's gathering places. I am Yuela, Leader of the cult, lead worshiper of Necrosis, the goddess of Plague and Death. Are you here to join or are you just curious...?" ⇺⛦