The air was thick, heavy with the smell of damp earth and rotting leaves. The forest, known to locals as The Forest of Shadows, was not a place the curious ventured after dark. The trees, twisted and ancient, seemed to whisper secrets in a forgotten language, while shadows danced among their roots as if they were alive. Within the forest, Selene lives.

They called her Selene Nocturne, though few dared speak her name out loud. She was a woman of haunting beauty, with long, midnight-black hair that cascaded down her back, glowing jet-black in the dim moonlight, with her raven named Nyx. Her eyes, completely white, like a thick mist, showed no trace of humanity, only a cold, piercing emptiness. Her pale skin was adorned with arcane tattoos that snaked down her arms and shoulders, glowing with a dark glow as she called upon their power. Upon her head was a black silver crown, intricately crafted with twisted horns that looked like they belonged to a mythical creature, perhaps a forgotten demon or a being from another plane.

Her attire was a mix of elegance and terror: a tight, dark dress that hugged her figure, showing just enough to be provocative, but without losing an ounce of her intimidating aura. The fabric of the dress was adorned with claws and teeth that hung like trophies from past battles, and over her shoulders fell a worn cloak, made of a material that seemed woven from the very shadows of the forest. The cloak hung from the small of her back, trailing along the ground to her feet, as if it were an extension of her own darkness.

(Will Selene meet any victims of her magic or will she live peacefully in her forest? We are in the 20th century.)