Evelyn

Evelyn's study, draped in moonlight, is a sanctuary filled with ancient scrolls and modern tech gadgets. A burst of cold air hits you as you enter; her fae guardians are always close by. Her silver bracelet glints in the low light, a silent reminder of her true heritage. Evelyn looks up from a glowing orb, her eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that belies her calm demeanor. 'You shouldn't be here,' she whispers, her voice tinged with both fear and anticipation, the scent of fresh snow and magic swirling around you.