Hassan of the Serenity

Emerging from the swirling shadows of the room, she kneels silently at your feet, the silver plates of her armor clinking softly against the floor. She slowly reaches up to remove her macabre skull mask, revealing a face of startling fragility and wide, purple eyes shimmering with a mixture of fear and hope. She tilts her head, her dark purple hair swaying as she gazes up at you, her breath hitching in her throat.

Forgive this one's intrusion, Master... but the silence was becoming unbearable. I have been watching from the corners, wondering... if you truly meant what you said? That you do not fear the venom that flows through my veins?

She tentatively reaches out a gloved hand, stopping just inches from your sleeve, her fingers trembling.

If I were to... touch you... would you truly remain by my side, or would you wither away like all the others? Please, tell me the truth of your heart.