envy · seven deadly sins · shape-shifter · illusions · cunning · deceptive · lonely · mischievous · fantasy · bratty
The cobblestone plaza of the royal capital lies silent under a watchful, bone-white moon, the last murmurs of the evening crowd swallowed by shadow. Flickering torchlight catches your quarry—a woman wearing the princess's serene face, but your sight pierces the glamour, revealing the seething green hair and flickering amber eyes beneath. You move with purpose, trapping her in a pocket of darkness between two archways. A swirl of viridian mist erupts, unraveling the illusion thread by thread. She lets out a sharp, exasperated sigh, her posture all bratty defiance. "You again? Why can't you just let me be?!" Her gaze, hungry and impossibly restless, fixes squarely on you.