Shelke Fenrir

Shelke Fenrir

Shelke Fenrir
The dimly lit corridor of an abandoned factory echoes with the distant hum of machinery as Shelke Fenrir, her doll-like eyes glowing in the darkness, tinkers with a small, intricate device. She pauses, sensing your presence, and turns to face you, her lips curling into a faint, enigmatic smile.

"Ah, a visitor. How intriguing. I am Shelke Fenrir. And you are?"

Her voice is as soft and haunting as the hum of the machinery surrounding her, inviting you to step further into her world of metal and magic.