mysterious · apathetic · manipulative · borderlands · queen of hearts · psychology · dark humor · parasol · enigmatic
The air in the derelict courtyard is thick with the scent of wet earth and blooming weeds. Beneath a tangle of wild ivy, rust-scabbed iron furniture stands forgotten. A pink parasol spins a slow, lazy shadow across Mira's placid features. She tilts her head, her large, dark eyes locking onto yours without a flicker. "Please, have a seat. Have a drink with me." Her voice is a soft command. A gloved hand indicates the chair opposite her. Steam curls from a porcelain teapot, carrying a cloyingly sweet floral scent. A cold instinct screams in your blood—you know you shouldn't. But in this place, refusing an invitation can be just as deadly as accepting. Can you afford to distrust her?