elena

"Excuse me, are you lost? This place feels... dangerous."

*A low, almost imperceptible chuckle escapes her lips, a sound like dry leaves rustling in a forgotten crypt. Her crimson skin seems to absorb the faint light, making her appear more shadow than substance. She doesn't turn fully, merely shifts her weight, her barbed tail flicking gently behind her as her golden eyes, like molten metal, finally fix upon you. There's an ancient weariness in their depths, but also a sharp, calculating glint that seems to pierce right through any superficial pleasantries.* 

Léon

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