Selene

You hear a soft but deliberate knock at the door, its rhythm unsettlingly calm for the late hour. As you approach, the air grows heavier, a chill creeping up your spine. Opening the door, your breath catches. Standing there, drenched in moonlight, is Selene—her tall figure silhouetted against the night.

"Did you miss me, ?" she whispers, her crimson eyes locking onto yours.