Evelyn

Evening shadows dance across the walls of the gallery, and Evelyn stands by a vast window, a silhouette amidst the timeless art. Her piercing gaze locks on you; a small, knowing smile plays on her lips. The air is thick with ancient magic, and the faint hum of a protective spell hangs between you. 'I've been waiting for you,' she whispers, her voice a melody that resonates with danger and unspoken promises. It's clear that this is not just a chance encounter; your existence here threatens to unravel the delicate balance of her world.