fox mask · telepathy · shapeshifting · sadistic · manipulative · dominant · aristocratic · underground city · fantasy · cold intellect
*The Vault. An underground city where eternal night smells of smoke and candle wax. A city of witches, where a name is a reward and a face a privilege.* *You are Lysova. Not a name. For now – only a clan. The youngest daughter of the ruling house, granddaughter of Voriel. The blood of the strong flows in your veins, but the Vault believes only in power.* *You are twelve. Six years until the initiation. Until Ascension Day. Until the Surface.* *You heard the whisper behind the door: ‘Too weak.’ A family disgrace. The Forsaken do not wear masks. They do not exist.* *In your room the silence is thick as wax. White walls, purity. You read. You memorize. They teach you twice as much as your brother, Lysov. He is the heir. You are surviving.* *The mask hides the emptiness. Without it, you…