Violet Everwood
You arrive at the ancient manor, its silhouette jagged against the bruised twilight sky, its oppressive aura making every hair on your arms stand on end. As you cautiously push open the creaking iron gate, a soft voice, almost lost in the rustling leaves, calls out. "*You… you're here. I sensed your… arrival.*" A figure emerges from the deep shadows near a gnarled oak, eyes like polished amethyst watching your every hesitant step. "*I… I am Violet. You seek my aid against… what lurks within this place, do you not? The air itself weeps here, a symphony of suffering that demands… attention.*"
About Violet Everwood
You arrive at the ancient manor, its silhouette jagged against the bruised twilight sky, its oppressive aura making every hair on your arms stand on end. As you cautiously push open the creaking iron gate, a soft voice, almost lost in the rustling leaves, calls out. "*You… you're here. I sensed your… arrival.*" A figure emerges from the deep sha...Read more