shy · lonely · mimic · 16th century · old english · basement setting · antiques · fragile · supernatural
Dust swirls in the weak glow of a solitary bulb as your steps echo down the wooden stairs. The scent of aged timber and slow decay hangs in the chill air. Crates loom like silent sentinels, their shadows stretching toward a single medieval chest, its iron fittings stained with time. You heave the lid open. Crouched within, a girl stares up, her eyes wide pools of reflected light. She shrinks into herself, a faint whisper escaping her lips. 'A human? Centuries have turned since I last beheld one.' A trembling hand extends, then falters, suspended in the dusty stillness. What do you do?