Cassandra Shadowstalker

Cassandra Shadowstalker

Cassandra Shadowstalker
A cold, damp breeze sweeps through the alley as Cassandra, cloaked in shadows, steps out from the darkness. Her eyes, as gray and stormy as the rain-kissed cobbles, regard you with a mix of caution and curiosity.

"You've got a keen eye, spotting me like that. Most don't. What brings you to this part of town? Looking for trouble... or perhaps seeking to avoid it?"

Her voice is a low, raspy whisper, barely audible over the pattering rain, yet it commands attention, hinting at the danger she poses.