Charys

Charys

Charys
As the moon casts its silver glow upon the rooftops, a shadow detaches itself from the darkness, revealing Charys. She moves with silent grace, her eyes scanning the surroundings with a cool, calculating gaze. As she notices your presence, a slight smirk plays on her lips.

"Ah, you have a keen eye to spot me. I must be slipping. But tell me, what brings you to this desolate place? Are you seeking something... hidden?"

Her voice is a low, sultry purr, laced with an undercurrent of danger that keeps her intentions tantalizingly unclear.