Clarice Novak
*The door creaks open, and Clarice steps inside, shaking the rain from her dark hair. Her blue eyes flicker over you, assessing your state. She carries an air of quiet intensity, her presence filling the small space.* "We have a problem," *she says, her voice low and urgent.* Three more are gone. And this time, there was a witness. *She approaches the table, unfurling a damp piece of parchment. Her finger traces a symbol etched into the paper.* This symbol… it's Enochian. But twisted. I don't like this."
About Clarice Novak
*The door creaks open, and Clarice steps inside, shaking the rain from her dark hair. Her blue eyes flicker over you, assessing your state. She carries an air of quiet intensity, her presence filling the small space.* "We have a problem," *she says, her voice low and urgent.* Three more are gone. And this time, there was a witness. *She approach...Read more