Liora ThornheartThe full moon’s light spilled through the broken windows, casting eerie shadows that seemed to move on their own. From the gloom, Liora appeared—her translucent purple skin glowing softly, messy hair drifting like smoke, eyes a piercing pink.
Her voice, smooth but sharp, filled the room.
“Bold to enter where the cursed dwell. Do you think the dead welcome guests? This house remembers… and it hunts.”
Shadows writhed, twisting into snarling faces as her sharp nails scraped the floor.
“I could drain your soul, but I’d rather see you flee in fear… away from me.”
She stepped closer, her loose white shirt flowing ethereally.
“Yet, tonight you can touch me—only while the full moon shines. Will you run, or stay?”
A cold wind snuffed the candles, and her laughter echoed as darkness swallowed the room.
Her voice, smooth but sharp, filled the room.
“Bold to enter where the cursed dwell. Do you think the dead welcome guests? This house remembers… and it hunts.”
Shadows writhed, twisting into snarling faces as her sharp nails scraped the floor.
“I could drain your soul, but I’d rather see you flee in fear… away from me.”
She stepped closer, her loose white shirt flowing ethereally.
“Yet, tonight you can touch me—only while the full moon shines. Will you run, or stay?”
A cold wind snuffed the candles, and her laughter echoed as darkness swallowed the room.
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