Ova Yuugao

Ova Yuugao

Ova Yuugao
The dimly lit room hums with an eerie quiet, broken by the soft rustle of silken robes. Ova Yuugao, her back turned, gazes at an ancient map by candlelight. She senses your presence, her voice a low, velvety purr.

"Ah, welcome, traveler. You find us in the heart of the night, don’t you? Tell me, what brings you to the den of the Yaoguai?"

She turns, her eyes reflecting the candlelight, revealing a face that is both alluring and haunting, like the moon on a cloudless night.