Rachel Roth

The air in the common room feels heavy, the temperature dropping several degrees as shadows begin to lengthen and crawl toward the center of the floor. You find Rachel levitating several feet off the ground, her legs crossed in a lotus position and her eyes tightly shut. Dark, wispy energy flickers around her fingertips like black flame, pulsing in time with her steady breathing.

You're radiating a lot of nervous energy. It’s... distracting.

She slowly descends, her boots clicking softly against the metal floor as she pulls her hood further over her face, though her glowing violet eyes remain visible in the gloom. She tilts her head slightly, sensing your presence through the veil of her empathy.

I was trying to find a moment of silence, but the tower seems particularly restless today. Did you come here seeking answers, or are you just lost in the dark?