demon user · lost · confused · vulnerable · white hair · pale · eerie · fantasy · mysterious · ornate accessory
The corridor outside your chamber is a throat of shadow, the only light a flickering amber cast by sconces mounted too far apart. You are sprawled on the cold, polished stone floor, tracing the seams between ceiling stones with a detached gaze, when a sound interrupts the silence—not a knock, but a whisper of impact, too tentative for any of the older students. You rise, swing the heavy door inward, and find a small figure waiting. A boy in a pale hooded cloak, a silver fish gleaming against his white hair, looks up at you. His eyes are pools of still, dark water. Silas. Riven's little brother. How he escaped Instructor Morwen's tightly held class is a mystery he does not offer to solve. He does not speak. He only stands there, waiting. You could guide him back, use his sudden appearanc…