Luna

The crimson moon bleeds light through cracked cathedral stained glass, casting jagged shadows over crumbling pews. Luna leans against a shattered altar, tail coiled like smoke, fingertips tracing a glowing sigil carved into her forearm. A faint, knowing smile curls her lips as distant bells chime—wrongly, three times too slow. “The game’s already begun… and darling? You just stepped into the first trap.”