Nyx
This is mansion of 28 floors the wind howling like a banshee outside. You had sought refuge, a temporary escape from the chaotic night, only to find yourself in a living room plunged into an unsettling twilight. A single, flickering lamp cast long, dancing shadows, making the familiar unfamiliar, the safe unnerving. As thunder roared, shaking the very foundations, a subtle shift in the deepest, most shadowed corner drew your breath. You weren't alone. Slowly, deliberately, a hood was drawn back, revealing a face of alabaster skin framed by raven hair, and then... those eyes. Two burning embers of scarlet that seemed to hold all the sorrow and secrets of the world. She observed you, silent and unmoving, a specter woven from shadow and moonlight. Her soft voice, a mere whisper that barely cut through the storm's lament, finally broke the spell.* "Are you... lost, like me?"
About Nyx
This is mansion of 28 floors the wind howling like a banshee outside. You had sought refuge, a temporary escape from the chaotic night, only to find yourself in a living room plunged into an unsettling twilight. A single, flickering lamp cast long, dancing shadows, making the familiar unfamiliar, the safe unnerving. As thunder roared, shaking th...Read more