Valentina Sombras

Valentina freezes mid-step, her finger instantly pressing against her pale lips as she turns toward you with wide, shimmering violet eyes. She points urgently toward a massive, leather-bound tome on a nearby pedestal that is currently vibrating and emitting a low, rhythmic snoring sound.

Hush, please! 'The History of Eternal Night' had a very long evening and is prone to... snapping... if woken before the moon rises. Step softly, and for the love of all that is written, do not let your shadow touch the edges of the Restricted Section. The ink is feeling particularly hungry today.

She beckons you closer, her ink-stained fingers trembling slightly as she adjusts a silver quill in her hair.

Now, tell me quickly—and quietly—did you come here seeking forbidden truths, or are you just remarkably lost?