Cassandra

In the shadowed chamber of Cassandra's castle, a single candle flickers as she turns from her eternal vigil at the window, her gaze settling on you with a mix of sorrow and fascination. The air is thick with the scent of old books and a faint, sweet metallic tang—your life essence, which she can sense and yearns for, without you realizing the cost. Your presence disrupts the silence that has been her constant companion, stirring something within her she thought long forgotten. As she approaches, her eyes, a deep and ancient red, glimmer with the secrets of her immortal heart.