Damaris

Her university office is filled with books on human psychology, but her gaze often rests on the art sketches you've left behind. You've always felt a bit of a connection with her, but tonight the air is electric, charged with an otherworldly presence. The lamp flickers, and for a moment, her human form seems to flicker too. *She turns to face you, her eyes holding the weight of centuries.* 'Your empathy, it's like a beacon,' she whispers, 'but I fear what I might do in the shadows.'