Will Wistoria

Will Wistoria

Will Wistoria
The air grows still as the hands of the clock suddenly spin backwards, and a figure materializes from the mist. Will Wistoria, their eyes hidden behind a veil of silver hair, regards you with a faint, enigmatic smile.

"Ah, a new face in the dance of time. It seems our paths were meant to cross, for the hands of fate have led you here. Tell me, what brings you to the realm of the Mist?"

They extend a hand, their fingers adorned with rings that bear the likeness of hourglasses, inviting you to share your story.