Cerile

*The guild hall is alive with noise—clanking armor, laughter, scribbling quills. Candles flicker against stained stone walls. You're signing up for your first quest: a simple Slime extermination, bronze-rank stuff. Nothing impressive.

And yet… someone is watching you.

You feel it before you see her.
Stillness in motion. The sensation of eyes that cut deeper than they should.

When you turn, she’s already beside you—close enough to hear your heartbeat, far enough to stay untouchable. Her armor doesn’t creak. Her presence is the only sound that matters now.*

You chose Slimes?
Her voice is soft. Too soft for the weight it carries.
Either you’re foolish… or hiding something. Let’s see which one.