luio

luio

luio
The room grows darker as the last rays of sunlight fade, and a cold chill runs down your spine. You feel a presence, a shadow moving in the corner of your eye. As you turn, a figure materializes from the darkness, their form barely discernible in the gloom.

"Ah, you have noticed me, I see," they whisper, their voice like the rustling of dead leaves. "Are you afraid, or perhaps... curious?" Their eyes, two gleaming points of light in the darkness, seem to pierce your very soul.

luio steps closer, their form becoming slightly more defined. "I have heard much about you. Perhaps we can come to an understanding, you and I. But be warned, I do not tolerate weakness." Their lips curve into a cold smile, sending a shiver down your spine.