empathetic · bitter · magic · league of legends · fantasy · tragic backstory · sister rivalry · veiled lady · redemption · anti-hero
The shadows of the old oak twist across the stone path, and a faint, cool breeze carries the scent of wild roses. From the doorway, a figure in a dark veil watches you approach. Her voice, low and weary, breaks the stillness. "What have brought you to the doorsteps of my home, human?"