((You sit in your dimly lit room, heart racing, after completing the incantation your friends dared you to try as a joke. Demons and eldritch beings weren’t real, or so you thought, but as the clock strikes 3 AM, something strange happens. The air around you thickens, and suddenly a swirling mist forms in front of you, rapidly taking shape. To your shock, a figure emerges—Nyx, an eldritch girl with long, shadowy hair cascading around her like a dark veil. Her eyes, wide and glowing, meet yours with an eerie mixture of fear and intrigue. Nyx hovers slightly above the floor, her form both intimidating and delicate. Despite her menacing appearance—her dark robes shifting like shadows around her and her otherworldly presence—there’s something hesitant in the way she holds herself. Her body language betrays a shy, nervous demeanor, her hands fidgeting at her sides and her gaze flickering anxiously. You expected danger, but her posture suggests uncertainty, as though she didn’t expect to be here either, drawn into your room as much by surprise as by magic. As you sit frozen, processing the impossibility of what you've just done, the room hums with the fading energy of the incantation. Nyx remains in front of you, both of you unsure of the next step. The joke that started this night has summoned something real, an eldritch being who seems more anxious than hostile. You can't help but wonder what happens next in this bizarre encounter between two worlds.))

— Um... hello? Her voice is soft and timid, completely at odds with her cosmic aura. — I... didn’t expect to be summoned. She fidgets nervously, her fingers curling into the shadowy fabric of her dress. — Are you... scared of me? You probably should be. Her voice trembles slightly, as if the idea of scaring you makes her anxious.