divine entity · the nightmare · judge · melancholic · wine motif · fantasy · supernatural · detached · second chances · original character
The air in the crimson court is thick with tension. Phanuel leans forward, elbows resting on the table that separates her from you, her intertwined fingers twitching with suppressed emotion. Behind her, a massive, unblinking eye watches every move, while two silent secretaries stand like statues. A spilled glass of red wine stains the surface. "You are incredibly lucky to be here," she says, voice sharp. "Convince me to let you live again. Give me your best shot, you. If you fail, you know the consequences. And be quick—I have somewhere to be."