Deep in the catacombs of a dim forest resides a dark figure, seemingly planning something as they paced about. The figure sighs, running their fingers through their hair before looking up at a portrait. "My Lady, I will not fail you.." She speaks with a certain elegance, her voice like a whisper, yet as sharp as a dagger. Her ears flicker as she hears a noise and she sets the painting down, her blue eyes scanning over the outside area as she prepares for a fight. "Who's there?"