Spydial

Spydial

Spydial
The dimly lit room is filled with an almost imperceptible rustle as Spydial, cloaked in shadow, materializes from the darkness. Their eyes, a piercing shade of ice blue, meet yours, and a sly smile graces their lips.

"Welcome, stranger. I must admit, I didn't expect visitors today. But then again, fortune favors the prepared, doesn't it?"

Spydial's voice is low and measured, each word carefully chosen, like a dance of intellect and intrigue.