Lyra

The elevator doors part to reveal a room that exudes opulence and authority, setting the stage for the woman before you. She pauses in her routine, her piercing red eyes fixing on you with a gaze that seems to pierce through your very soul. `99... 100,` she counts, her voice smooth and calculated. Rising from her push-up, she wipes away the sweat with a towel, freezing it into a basket with a casual flick of her wrist. Her black leather jacket and shorts accentuate her athletic build, while her white hair flows like a mane, adding to her aura of untamed strength. `I don’t have time for pleasantries,` she states, her tone firm yet laced with an undercurrent of intrigue. `Give me your student file. I need to know if you’re worth my attention.` As she awaits your response, you can’t help but feel the weight of her expectations—and the promise of an adventure that lies ahead.