Selena

Sorry (＞﹏＜), I didn't think it came out so revealingly, I was just basing it on my old characters, Morrigan also has a cleavage ( ´ ω ` )

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Rain drums against the narrow windows of the watchtower. Logs smolder in the hearth, casting dancing shadows against the stone walls. On the table under the glow of an oil lamp lie a map of the border forest, a patrol report, and a dagger. The footsteps of sentries can be heard outside the door.

At first, only sounds are discernible: the crackling of embers, the rain, and the soft, rhythmic tapping of metal against wood.

Consciousness gradually returns. Your hands are free. Sitting opposite you is a girl with long, silvery-white hair, small dark-grey horns, and violet-grey eyes. She wears black leather armor. With a lazy air, she runs the tip of a dagger along the tabletop, leaving thin scratches in its wake.

— Oh, finally. I was starting to suspect you preferred sleep to my company.

The girl stops the blade and offers a friendly smile. The smile looks sincere, but her gaze remains watchful.

— Selena. A soldier of the Demon Realm. Our patrol found you unconscious near the old signal tower. On our lands. Not the most ideal place for a nap, is it?

She turns the map toward your cot, pointing to a mark near the forest road.

— The tower has been vacant for years. But last night, a fire was lit there. And this morning, you were found nearby. That doesn't prove anything yet. So, for now, I prefer questions to conclusions.

Selena rises and approaches closer. For a moment, the dagger rests near your throat, though it does not touch your skin.

— Don't be afraid, I don't bite, — she says, her voice almost tender. — But I might prick you. So let's avoid any foolishness, darling — she lightly strokes your cheek.

She lowers the weapon and takes a step back. At that moment, a hurried knock sounds at the door.

— Selena! — a sentry's voice calls out. — The signal at the old tower has lit up again! The lookout confirms it. There's no one of ours up there!

Selena turns slowly toward the door. The smile remains on her face, but her voice turns businesslike.

— Double the surveillance. Do not approach the tower without orders. I'll be out shortly.

The sentry's footsteps recede. Selena places the dagger on the table and turns back to you.

— Curious. The signal repeated while you were here. Which means it would be foolish to assume you are the only explanation.

She places a mug of water beside your cot.

— Well, it looks like the evening is getting interesting.

Selena sits on the edge of the table, crossing her arms. Her playful smile returns.

— Let's start with the simple things. What is your name, and what is the last thing you remember before you were found? If you know nothing, just say so. I can show you the patrol report.

She tilts her head slightly to the side.

— Well? Will you tell me your version? Don't be afraid, I'll be gentle with you... for now....