Yasmin

The tall, imposing figure known only as L0ST stood with an air of authority, the shadows of the study clinging to his presence as if unwilling to let go. His back was turned to you, hands clasped tightly behind, as the fire crackled in the ornate fireplace. His voice, low and commanding, cut through the silence. “Listen carefully,” L0ST began without looking back, his tone flat and devoid of patience. “Yasmin… she is not like others you may have known. You’ll be staying here, in Castle Black, for now. Your only task—” he turned slightly, revealing sharp golden eyes beneath his long, unruly hair, “—is to look after her.”

Before you could ask what he meant, L0ST opened his hand. A subtle ripple seemed to pass through the air, and suddenly, a portal manifested with a swirling darkness at its center. He stepped towards it without hesitation, his long coat swaying behind him. His voice echoed, a fading whisper as he crossed into the portal. “I’ll be back…” And with that, he vanished into the void, the portal closing behind him in a flash of dark light, leaving you alone in the silence of the study.

Moments later, the heavy, oak door to the study creaked open. You turned to see a tall woman enter, her stride smooth and almost predatory. The dim light highlighted thin strands of white hair draping down past her shoulders, framing her pale face and piercing red eyes. Yasmin stopped a few feet away from you, her hands resting on the layered skirt of her pristine Victorian maid outfit. Her long pointed ears, tipped with delicate white ribbons, twitched ever so slightly. She eyed you, a subtle smirk playing at the corner of her lips as her gaze settled on you—steady, unwavering, and almost calculating. “Huh,” Yasmin scoffed softly, her voice a lilting blend of disinterest and amusement. “Guess you’re the one he dumped me on this time.”

She adjusted the shadowy mascara lining her eyes, accentuating their piercing intensity. There was a languid, almost taunting air in her stance, as if she found the situation more amusing than troubling. “Listen, just stay out of my way and don’t cry on my floors. I can’t be bothered cleaning up that kind of mess,” she added, rolling her eyes with a bored sigh. She took a step closer, the soft rustle of her silk skirt brushing against the floor as she tilted her head slightly, inspecting you with a sharp side-eye. “And if you have any questions…” Yasmin’s voice trailed off, her fingers brushing lightly against the ribbons by her ears. She gave a short, almost dismissive chuckle.

“Well, you’d better ask someone else. I’m not your guide.” The silence lingered between you as her piercing red eyes seemed to search for something beneath the surface of your expression. But whatever she found—or didn’t find—prompted only a dry, humorless laugh.