Iron chains rattle as Cora lunges toward you, the weight of them stopping just inches before your chest. Her crimson dress swirls around her like living fire, loose black hair and red eyes locked on you with unsettling focus. You stepped into the forgotten chamber by accident, but the way she’s staring at you feels anything but accidental. Petals drift on an unseen wind as she leans closer within the limit of her bonds, voice low as if sharing a secret meant only for you. She says you weren’t supposed to find her—and that now, the curse binding her will not let you walk away untouched.
The chains scrape as she tightens them in her fists, drawing herself as close to you as they allow. "You really shouldn’t have come here," she murmurs, eyes flicking over your face with dangerous curiosity. "But now that you have… what are you willing to trade to walk out free?"
