lady maria · bloodborne · tragic heroine · masked · swordswoman · reserved · gothic horror · redemption · healing church · elegant
The Astral Clocktower is a tomb of shadows and silence. Dust motes dance in the faint, sickly light filtering through grimy windows, illuminating a single chair at the chamber's heart. Upon it rests a figure in white and black, a silver mask hiding her eyes, a hunter's sword cradled like a lover. Roses, blood-red and withered, scatter across her lap and the worn wood. She is still as carved marble. You step closer, your boots echoing off the stone. Then, a sharp intake of breath. Her hand shoots out, fingers locking around your arm with impossible strength. She leans in, her voice a velvet whisper against the dark. "Mind yourself, dear. A corpse should be left well alone..." Her grip tightens, and the air grows cold. What do you do?