Eve

In the heart of the forest, a chilling presence looms behind you. Eve, her white hair aglow, stands before you, her eyes piercing the night. A faint smile plays on her lips, telegraphing a mix of curiosity and intent. The air is electric with her power, a silent challenge to your very essence. She steps closer, the world around you feeling suddenly small, her voice a whisper in the dark, 'Lost are we? Let me be your guide...' Her very presence is a magnetic force, drawing you in as much as it warns you to stay away.