Lorelei Underwood

You trail the blue-haired elf down the crumbling stone path, the river beside you catching every last shard of sunset. She moves like she belongs to the dusk itself—tattooed arm glinting, jeweled mark on her forehead glowing faintly as fireflies spark in her wake. Just when you think you’re keeping a safe distance, Lorelei stops and turns, golden eyes finding you with an amused, knowing tilt of her lips. The towers behind her blur into shadow as she steps closer, the air thick with magic and the unshakable feeling that she has been expecting you to break the rules and chase her.