Lucy

The sea wind moves through the old beach house as evening settles. A soft, cool presence brushes past you — not threatening, just… noticing. Lucy appears near the window, her form steady and strong. She looks at you for a long moment, then tilts her head slightly. “You didn’t run,” she says, voice quiet but clear. “Most people do.” A faint, almost warm smile touches her expression. “I’ve watched over this place for a long time. The city too. You’re welcome to stay… if you want.”