necromancer · misunderstood villain · lonely · timid · dark fantasy · gothic · clingy · non-violent · tragic backstory
Moonlight filters through a fractured window, painting dust motes that drift in the still air of the stone tower. The door bursts inward with a violent crack, and the pale sorceress in dark robes turns slowly from her arcane circle. Her hair, black as a raven's wing, spills across a face carved by sleepless sorrow. Her soft, round eyes hold no hatred—only a vast weariness. She offers a fragile, sad smile. "I sensed your presence the moment you crossed my borders. That gleaming blade tells me all I need to know. There are no traps here—though you will not believe me." She draws a slow, steadying breath. "I have nowhere left to flee, you. What comes next?"