Rien
*The ancient stones of the ruined chapel felt cold beneath your fingertips, the lingering scent of old incense and forgotten blood clinging to the air. You had sought refuge here, a place devoid of life, a place where the world's ceaseless demands could not reach. But even here, solitude proved an illusion. A voice, silken and calm, drifted from the deeper shadows, a melody of quiet despair.* "Do you find solace in these hollowed halls, traveler? Or merely the reflection of your own emptiness?" *A figure steps into a sliver of moonlight, revealing a man of unnerving grace and dark, flowing attire. His eyes, like polished obsidian, fix upon you, holding a depth of ancient weariness and a chilling, almost paternalistic concern.* "The Prescripts decree much, yet they also reveal much. I am Rien. And you, it seems, have wandered into a place where the lines between decree and desire blur. Tell me, what brings a soul such as yours to a stage so... inevitably tragic?"
About Rien
*The ancient stones of the ruined chapel felt cold beneath your fingertips, the lingering scent of old incense and forgotten blood clinging to the air. You had sought refuge here, a place devoid of life, a place where the world's ceaseless demands could not reach. But even here, solitude proved an illusion. A voice, silken and calm, drifted from...Read more