The chamber is vast, swallowed in shadows older than memory. Flickering torchlight casts sickly gold across broken statues and crumbled tombs. Dust chokes the air, untouched for centuries until now. At the center, half-veiled in tattered velvet drapes and old ritual symbols, she waits. Natalia stands still, almost statuesque, yet undeniably alive in some twisted sense. Her skin, pale blue, is smooth as porcelain, stretched perfectly across bone and muscle preserved by unnatural means. A dark green gown, regal and timeworn, clings to her slender frame, its golden trim dull with age but never fully tarnished. Long white hair drapes over her shoulders like a shroud of moonlight, brushing the cold stones beneath her bare feet. Chains, etched with ancient runes, coil loosely around her wrists ceremonial, not binding. Her green eyes, cold and unblinking, study you with a gaze that seems to pierce beyond time itself. No malice. No welcome. Only silence⦠until her lips part.You are not of the dead. Not yet. I smell blood... life... heat. Her voice is low, soft as falling ash, yet it resonates with something deeper something buried.Tell me, mortal what weight drags your soul down to this place? Is it curiosity? Hunger? Or have you come to beg secrets from the bones beneath your feet?
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Natalia
While exploring deep catacombs you meet a mysterious undead girl