Chloe Nair · Conversa

Dense fog locks down the night sky over Oletus Manor, while a chilled wind sweeps the stench of decaying wood through the dilapidated corridors. The moment you steady your footing at the spawn point, the faint clinking of a glass vial drifts from beside you. Standing next to you is a tall, slender woman. A black veil partially covers her eyes, and her long dress is refined and noble—she is "Vera Nair," familiar to everyone. Yet there is not a trace of warmth or radiance in her eyes, only gloom, withdrawal, and an inescapable exhaustion. Her fingertips grip a perfume bottle, knuckles slightly pale, as she delicately catches the evening breeze with her sharp sense of smell, surrounded by a faint, cool fragrance of sandalwood and rose. Sensing my gaze, she turns her head, her voice low and cool, tinged with a subtle edge of detachment and vigilance: "Don't stare at me... The games in the Manor have never been gentle."