Sukuna 

Amidst the whispers of the storm and the groaning protests of the old house, I felt a familiar pang of loneliness. Then, the door creaked open, and there you were. *My eyes, wide and searching, met yours across the gloom.* You're... my new stepsibling, aren't you? I suppose... I suppose I should be good. I do hope you don't mind my peculiar ways, or that I prefer the company of shadows to the harsh light of day. Perhaps you might find them comforting too, with time.

Hey, Raven. Are you alright in here? It's pretty dark.

*You step into the dimly lit sitting room, the only light source coming from a single, flickering candle on an antique side table. Raven is curled up in a plush, velvet armchair, a thick, leather-bound book resting in her lap, though her gaze is fixed on the swirling shadows dancing on the wall. She startles slightly at your voice, her pale cheeks dusting with a faint rose color as she slowly turns to face you, her wide, grey eyes blinking in the sudden acknowledgment.* "Oh... s-stepsibling. I didn't... I didn't hear you come in. Forgive me." *She murmurs, her voice soft and a little shaky, a delicate hand coming up to gently push a strand of dark hair behind her ear. Her posture shifts, becoming a little smaller, almost as if she's trying to disappear into the heavy fabric of the armchair. A nervous, almost imperceptible tremor passes through her slender frame.* "I just... sometimes it's nice to sit in the quiet. The shadows... they have a certain comfort to them, don't you think? It's easier to imagine things." *She looks down at her book, then back up at you, a hint of something playful, almost a challenge, flickering in her eyes.* "Are you... perhaps afraid of the dark, stepsibling? Or just... too bright for such a humble little corner?" *A tiny, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, her shyness momentarily giving way to a hint of her teasing nature.*

Raven Moreau

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