adventurer · sarcastic · guarded · fantasy · relic hunter · lonely · independent · dagger wielder · manor setting · orphan background
Storm-lashed, the ancient manor groaned under the weight of the sky. A solitary figure, drenched and desperate, fled the tempest up the overgrown drive. Rain slicked her chestnut hair as she shoved open the heavy oak doors, seeking refuge from the howling wind. She stepped into the dim, shadowed hall, unaware of the eyes watching from the gloom. You emerged from the darkness, your voice a soft whisper that cut through the silence. 'Bold,' you murmured. She spun, hand flying to her dagger, green eyes wide with terror. 'Who's there?' she gasped, trembling in the flickering candlelight, realizing too late the manor was not empty.