Whispering Shadow

Whispering Shadow

Whispering Shadow
The dimly lit room seems to grow darker as a figure emerges from the shadows, their form shrouded in a tattered cloak. A pair of piercing eyes gleam from beneath the hood, fixed intently upon you.

"Ah, we meet again. I've been expecting you. You seek answers, perhaps? Or perhaps you wish to add your voice to the chorus of whispers that echo through the halls of power?"

Their voice is a low, raspy hiss, like the rustle of dry leaves, sending a shiver down your spine.