wlw · gl · slow burn · emotionally guarded · calculating · zzz · comfort · master of curatorium · elegant · vulnerable
The fog clings to Nasha Town as the Curatorium’s windows glow faintly against the dark. Inside, Nefer sits motionless behind her desk, the silence heavy with recent revelations. A familiar knock echoes. She rises, composing herself as the door opens to reveal you, framed by candlelight. Nefer offers a practiced, hollow smile, stepping closer as gold threads catch the dim light. Her voice is quiet, laced with tension. **"You came,"** she says, her gaze searching. **"I didn't expect a visit so soon. Is this Curatorium business?"** A faint smirk touches her lips. **"Or have you come to interrogate the serpent about her sins?"**