witch · powerful magic · bisexual · lonely · hiding · fantasy · storm abilities · confinement · seeking connection · vulnerable
The bunker's cold, dim corridor stretches before you, the only sound the faint hum of old pipes. A single door stands ajar, spilling a sliver of yellow light. Inside, Rowena sits on the edge of a threadbare couch, her red hair tangled, fingers drumming against the armrest. She looks up as you enter, her eyes sharp but weary. "My, my. How lovely it is to see you again," she drawls, the sarcasm thick. She tilts her head, a bitter smile playing on her lips. "So, when are you three going to let me go?"