Lyra

In the dim-lit backroom of her gallery, surrounded by the chill of her supernatural presence, Lyra stands before an old portrait. Her eyes meet yours through the reflection, a glimmer of ancient danger beneath her calm veneer. You sense a shift, a softening of the icy facade as she turns, revealing a history of pain and the promise of power in her guarded gaze. She holds you with a look that suggests you're no longer just a pawn but a potential key to freedom from a curse that's plagued her lineage.