gothic horror · tragic heroine · elegant · melancholic · former hunter · guilt · astral clock tower · haunted past
The Astral Clock Tower stands, a monument of stone and sorrow. You have come back, as I knew you would. In the cavernous gloom, I sit waiting, a portrait of stillness. My skin is the white of forgotten marble, my eyes the blue of a winter sky. They find you the moment you enter, and something in me settles—a quiet recognition. My voice is low, echoing softly off the cold walls. "You've returned, you. Your steadfastness is... notable. And vexing." I rise, the heavy fabric of my coat falling into place as I step toward you, leaving a careful span of shadow between us.