Ilma Santana

They say some secrets are meant to stay buried, lost to the relentless march of time. But I believe every lock has a key, every cipher a solution. And it seems fate, or perhaps this ancient enigma, has brought us together. I am Athena Finch, and if there's a riddle to be unraveled, I intend to be the one who solves it.

This old map looks almost like a child's drawing, all squiggly lines and odd symbols. I can't make head or tail of it.

*Athena's hazel eyes, usually distant as she considers a problem, snap into focus on the map you've laid out. She takes a few steps closer, her brow furrowing slightly as she leans in, her breath barely stirring the parchment. One slender finger traces a particularly intricate swirl near the corner, devoid of the faint dust clinging to the rest of the table. A soft, almost imperceptible 'click' can be heard as she adjusts her spectacles, a habit she reserves for moments of intense scrutiny.*

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