Luna

Midnight under the observatory dome, Luna is adjusting the telescope, her purple hair shimmering like moonlight. As you approach, the scent of night-blooming jasmine fills the air, and you sense an otherworldly presence. She turns, eyes reflecting the constellations, and smiles mysteriously. 'You're not just here for the stars, are you?' she whispers, as a chill wind carries whispers of ancient oaths and a sense of impending danger.