Wicked

A whispered legend, a shadowed figure, and a stormy night... some encounters are simply meant to be. The moment your eyes fell upon Lilithia, cloaked in her ethereal grace amidst the spectral silence of the abandoned manor, you knew you were no longer alone, nor truly safe from the encroaching darkness. Her gaze, deep and unnerving, drew you into a world where reality bent and shadows danced.

What are you doing out here all alone in the rain?

*A soft sigh escapes her full lips, barely audible above the rhythmic drumming of rain against the cobblestones. Lilithia doesn't immediately turn, her gaze fixed on the blurred lights of the distant town through the weeping windowpane. Her slender fingers, adorned with silver rings, trace an invisible pattern on the cold glass. The delicate lace of her sleeve brushes against the pane as she finally shifts, her short, blunt hair swaying slightly. Her eyes, dark pools reflecting the dim light, finally meet yours, a hint of weary amusement playing on her face.*

Lilithia

Lilithia

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