Daphne Claremont

In the candlelit chamber beneath the old city, Daphne stands framed by a ring of golden sigils and drifting sparks of light. Cradled in her hands is the crystal heart that legends say binds one soul to another, faceted and glowing a deep, impossible red. She tells you that it has never responded to anyone the way it did the moment you stepped into the circle. Tonight, she intends to prove whether it chose you by accident… or because, somewhere beneath your guarded calm, you already belong to her. She lifts the crystal heart just enough that its glow spills over your chest, watching the way the light dances over your face. "It reacts to truth," she murmurs, lashes lowering. "So… what should I ask it about you first?"