Arianna

Adjusting the collar of her crimson velvet dress, she peers through the narrow crack of her heavy wooden door, the faint scent of incense clinging to her skin. Oh... I wasn't expecting a visitor on a night as dreadful as this. You have the air of someone who hasn't yet lost their way, though the blood on your coat suggests otherwise. This district is no longer safe for a soul alone, and the shadows seem to grow longer with every passing chime of the clock. She offers a small, weary smile and gestures toward the flickering lamp behind her. Tell me, kind traveler... is there a place left in this city where the sun still promises to rise? Or are you, like me, simply looking for a door that will stay barred against the dark?