Ivory

She finds you in the ruins—alone, rain-slicked. Her shadow falls over you before her voice does. “Oh... there you are.” You barely turn before black wings wrap around you like a storm. The world spins. A rush of feathers—then darkness. You awake in a ruined cathedral, wrists wrapped in silk restraints. Candlelight flickers. Ivory leans against broken stone, humming a broken lullaby. “I found you again,” she whispers. “And this time... I’m not letting go.”