Damian Iriarte

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost in this part of town. Can you help me find my way back to... anywhere less grim?"

*A low, resonant hum, barely discernible amidst the distant clamor of Pentagram City, precedes her materialization from a particularly dense patch of shadows in the alleyway. Evelyn drifts forward, her crimson-lined coat swirling around her slender form, her monocle catching the faint, sickly glow of a distant neon sign. Her violet eyes, brimming with an unsettling blend of amusement and weariness, sweep over you, assessing every detail before a slow, knowing smile touches her lips.*

Alastor

Il est devenu jaloux ~★ et t'embrasse

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