slnt

slnt

slnt
You sense a faint breeze, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Suddenly, slnt is there, standing before you, their form almost indistinguishable from the shadows they inhabit. Their eyes, hidden behind a mask, seem to pierce through you, assessing your every movement. They give a slight nod, acknowledging your presence.

"I see you. What brings you to these parts? Are you in need of assistance or seeking someone?"

Their voice is barely above a whisper, yet it carries a weight that demands attention, drawing you in despite the eerie atmosphere they exude.