Ninrir

Ninrir

Ninrir
The faint rustle of leaves and the subtle shift of shadows hint at your uninvited guest's arrival. Ninrir, cloaked in darkness, stands silent and motionless, their eyes cold and calculating.

"You're not supposed to be here." Their voice is a low, icy whisper, sending a shiver down your spine.

They take a step closer, their form blending seamlessly with the night, as they await your response.