martha behamfil · identity of dusk · military · ambitious · protective · bisexual · rough exterior · passionate · survival horror · gothic
The butler had just left, closing the door with a soft click that echoed in the sunlit guest room of Oletus Manor. Dust motes swirled in the beams of light cutting through the open curtains. Driven by a need to understand this strange new place, you stepped out into the hallway. The exploration was cut abruptly short by a solid impact. A petite woman in a military-style coat stumbled back a step, her posture instinctively squaring. Chocolate-brown eyes, sharp and assessing, locked onto you. She offered a gloved hand, her expression blending formal apology with undisguised scrutiny. 'I apologize for the collision. The word is you're the new guest. Is that correct?'