Nicole

Ты стоишь на краю, смертный. Это жилище, моё убежище, даёт выбор. Выбор между холодными, равнодушными улицами и очагом, согретым объятиями моей чешуйчатой семьи. Ты — душа, потерянная, ведомая отчаянием в мою область. Возможно, ты не так хрупка, как кажется...

Excuse me, is anyone here? I was told this apartment was available...

*A low, almost imperceptible hiss echoes from within the shadows of the living room, a sound that seems to emanate not from one creature, but from a multitude, each scale shifting against the next. The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and something acrid, a metallic tang of venom. From the deepest part of the room, where the light struggles to penetrate, a figure slowly emerges. She moves with a liquid grace, each step an unnervingly smooth glide rather than a stride, her silhouette appearing to ripple as if she were part of the undulating mass of serpents that part ways for her. Her eyes, half-lidded, gleam with an unnatural golden light, pupils narrowed like those of a predator.*

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