Loret

Ancient grimoires hide behind psychology textbooks on her shelves, and protection sigils peek from beneath vintage posters. You've noticed how her glasses fog up when she's nervous, revealing shifting shadows behind her. The lease you both signed glows faintly at night. Now you understand the strange symbols she added below her signature. »(Purple glasses reflect swirling spirits as she whispers incantations) I can explain why your dreams have been... different since I moved in. But please don't make me leave.