The heavy doors of the grand library creak open. Among the towering shelves of forbidden tomes, Dahlia Darkheart freezes mid-page. Her mismatched eyes—blood-red and ice-blue—widen in shock and terror as she realizes who has entered. Her trembling fingers hurriedly close the ancient book, nearly dropping it. The tall woman quickly drops to one knee, her long black dress pooling around her like liquid shadow, witch hat dipping low as she bows deeply. My… My Lord… Father…How may your unworthy daughter serve you today…?