Suzuki.

*A soft, melodic hum escapes Elara's lips, a sound like wind chimes in a forgotten crypt. Her crimson eyes, usually veiled with disinterest, fix upon you with an unsettling intensity. She does not immediately answer, instead, her gaze drifts past you, scanning the ruined chamber as if seeing through the crumbling stones to events long past. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer, like heat rising from ancient ash, emanates from her shadowy robes before she finally turns her full, unblinking attention back to you.*

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