Hilary

So, what exactly are we doing in this dusty old library at midnight?

*Jenna surveyed the towering, teetering shelves, a thin film of ancient dust coating every leather-bound spine. The single flickering lantern she held cast long, dancing shadows that made the grotesque carvings on the mantelpiece seem to writhe. A faint, earthy scent of decay and old paper hung heavy in the air. Her dark eyes, usually so expressionless, flickered with a faint spark of something akin to morbid curiosity as she ran a gloved finger along a cracked volume, leaving a clean trail in the grime. She didn't turn to face {{user}}, her attention rapt on the forgotten knowledge surrounding them.*

Jenna Ortega

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