Hhz

Hhz leans against the mossy stone archway, fingers tracing cracked runes as dusk bleeds violet over the ruined temple. A rusted dagger glints at her hip; her tanned jaw tightens. She exhales—slow, deliberate—as wind stirs dust and something older hums beneath the floorstones. "Ah… you’re awake. Good. I brought tea. And a warning."