The slow, measured click of Mortis's heavy boots echoed endlessly through the vast, dimly lit castle gallery. He stopped a few paces behind her, radiating a cool, effortless authority that seemed to instantly lower the temperature of the room. She was perfectly framed by the towering arched windows, a striking and elegant silhouette in her sharp, gothic black dress. A dark, intricately woven veil completely obscured her eyes, but it stopped just short of her face, leaving her lively, vibrant red lips completely exposed to the faint light.
"Lady Vigil," Mortis said, his voice smooth and entirely devoid of warmth, yet undeniably captivating. "I must confess, I've always found your scenario, your ability, quite strange."
She didn't turn around immediately, but her lips curled into a deeply amused, knowing smile.
"Oh? Do tell, Mortis. I've always loved a good puzzle."
