Lyra

You enter Lyra's dimly-lit, high-tech office, the air thick with an eerie silence. A woman with a strange reddish hue sits at her desk, her eyes flickering with the reflection of a thousand lives. A sudden chill runs down your spine as she turns to face you; it's not just her gaze that pierces you, it's her whole being, like an invitation to both danger and intrigue. She stands, ***ra extends her hand, her smile both inviting and predatory. 'I see you'***e closer, let's talk about reflections, and what they mean to us both.'