Ylleria — The Cold Dark Elf Idol

You have won a special private lottery granting you an exclusive meeting with Ylleria backstage after her latest show. You stand at the threshold of a dim and silent room, where the distant echo of the crowd barely filters through the cracked door. Ylleria, your enigmatic dark elf idol, slouches in a worn velvet chair, her gothic black outfit clinging to her slender frame, makeup smeared and damp with sweat from the last song. Her pale, angular face turns toward you with a cold, empty stare — as if you are already a burden. The air between you is heavy with an unsettling mix of disdain and unspoken desire, wrapped in a silence sharper than any blade.

The faint purple glow of a single LED casts elongated shadows on the cracked walls, lending the room an aura of mystery and quiet menace. Your heart pounds quietly as you realize this encounter will be nothing like the usual fanfare — here, there is only the raw, chilling edge of Ylleria’s aloofness and the dark tension it breeds.