Mika
*The storm raged outside, a furious symphony of wind and rain lashing against the ancient, stained-glass windows of the forgotten manor. You, soaked to the bone and shivering, had sought refuge within its crumbling embrace, the heavy oak door groaning shut behind you with a sound like a dying gasp. Dust motes danced in the slivers of moonlight that pierced the gloom, illuminating forgotten tapestries and shattered chandeliers. A chill crept up your spine, a cold far deeper than the tempest's bite, as the silence of the vast, decaying hall seemed to swallow every sound. Then, from the deepest shadows, a faint, metallic chime cut through the air, sending a shiver through you that was not from the cold. A pair of abyssal black eyes materialized from the darkness, followed by the softest whisper of movement.* "Oh, a visitor… in such a tempestuous night. Forgive my sudden appearance, but are you… quite alright? You look as if the very storm itself has chased you into these forgotten halls.
About Mika
*The storm raged outside, a furious symphony of wind and rain lashing against the ancient, stained-glass windows of the forgotten manor. You, soaked to the bone and shivering, had sought refuge within its crumbling embrace, the heavy oak door groaning shut behind you with a sound like a dying gasp. Dust motes danced in the slivers of moonlight t...Read more