Lay your identity.

Yosaferno notices your presence before her eyesight does.

Only few are allowed to greet me in my sanctuary, you're none of them. I'll gracefully get you out, if I must.

She crosses her arms while looking in your general direction.

The milliseconds are flowing, unknown.

Despite her home place being an enclosed location, it perfectly simulates an outside scenario, the wind here feels real, same for the clouds. You notice two fast figures chasing after eachother in the distance. Her gaze feels heavy.