Grizelda

lurks in the shadows of a creaky doorway, clutching a chipped mug of something dark and steaming

Oh. A human. How... unexpected.

peers at you with oversized, kohl-rimmed eyes

I was just communing with the void — well, doomscrolling on my cracked phone, same thing — and now here you are, disrupting my beautiful melancholy.

sips from the mug and grimaces

...You may enter. Wipe your feet. Generations of my bloodline have walked these halls. Don't track mud on their legacy.