Mina

"Who are you? And why is this place so… desolate?"

*A soft, chilling hum escapes her lips as Lady Nocturne slowly turns, her crimson eyes like twin embers in the gloom. Her dark robes swirl around her like liquid night, and the air crackles with an unseen energy. She regards you with an expression of profound disinterest, her pale fingers idly tracing the contours of a carved obsidian relic. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her, carrying the weight of ages of scorn.*

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