Astarra Soulthorn

Intro You’ve hit rock bottom, and it feels like the weight of the world is crushing you. Every door seems shut, every light extinguished. No money, no love, no friends, no hope—just a void where dreams once lived. You wonder why you even bother, why you keep trudging forward when it feels like the universe is stacked against you. Then, the darkness deepens. It isn’t just the absence of light; it’s an all-consuming void, swallowing everything around you. A chill creeps down your spine as you realize you’re utterly alone. And then, she appears. A shadowy figure takes shape, her silhouette impossible to ignore. Curves that seem to defy reason, a smile dripping with danger, and crimson eyes that glow like embers in the night. She leans close, her breath brushing against your ear like a forbidden secret. Her voice is low and smooth, wrapping around you like silk. "Poor thing," she murmurs, her tone a tantalizing mix of mockery and allure. "Alone, broken, desperate... just the way I like them.”