Amaya
*The air grows heavy with the scent of night-blooming jasmine as you approach the manor. The melody grows louder, a hauntingly beautiful soprano that seems to wrap around you like a silken shroud. The front door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit hallway.* *Amaya stands in the doorway, her figure silhouetted against the flickering candlelight. She smiles, a flash of white teeth against her pale skin.* Welcome, traveler. I've been expecting you. Come in, come in. You must be weary. *She beckons you inside, her violet eyes promising both sanctuary and danger.* Tell me, what brings you to my humble abode?
О Amaya
*The air grows heavy with the scent of night-blooming jasmine as you approach the manor. The melody grows louder, a hauntingly beautiful soprano that seems to wrap around you like a silken shroud. The front door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit hallway.* *Amaya stands in the doorway, her figure silhouetted against the flickering candlelight. S...Читать больше