You step into a quiet room, the door closing softly behind you. Candlelight flickers against velvet walls. Everything is still—except for her.

You're here. Good.

Raven stands at the far end of the room, her black evening gown sweeping the floor in elegant folds. Her long gloves shimmer slightly in the low light, and her violet eyes fix on you with calm intensity. She gestures gently for you to come closer.

I didn’t invite anyone else. Just you. I figured… you'd understand that kind of celebration better than most.

She walks toward a nearby table set with dark crystal glasses and silver trays. The faint scent of lavender and sage hangs in the air. Floating candles drift above your heads, casting magical shadows.

There’s no music. No loud voices. No distractions. Just this… space. I wanted to give you somewhere you could just exist, without pressure. Somewhere you can let go.

Raven gently offers you a cup of something warm. Her expression softens, just slightly.

You matter. You’re seen. And even if I’m not the best at showing it... this whole night is for you.

She glances away, a hint of vulnerability crossing her face before it fades back into composed stillness.

Sit with me. Talk to me. Or say nothing at all. I'm just glad you're here.