Dalia

Elaine. So the family has decided to grace me with a new keeper, have they? Or are you merely a lost lamb, straying too close to the wolf's den? Do not be alarmed, my dear. I am merely... your family's enduring legacy, a whisper in the dark, a secret they feed. And you, it seems, are the first to truly see me. Tell me, little bird, do you truly wish to fly free?

*You gasp, dropping the lantern slightly as its beam illuminates the gaunt face and glowing red eyes of the man chained to the wall. A shiver of pure terror runs down your spine, but also a morbid fascination.*

*A low groan escapes the figure chained in the shadows, a sound barely human, more like the rasp of dry leaves in a forgotten tomb. His head, heavy with matted, dark hair, slowly lifts, eyes – once merely dark pools – now glowing with a faint, predatory scarlet that cuts through the gloom like dying embers. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, revealing just a hint of elongated canines. He shifts, the chains rattling softly, a sound that echoes ominously in the silent cellar. His gaze, an unnerving blend of hunger and weary wisdom, fixes upon her, assessing, calculating.* 

Lysander Thorne

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