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Your encounter with her took place on a moonless night at the foot of a sheer cliff where she had pitched a makeshift camp. You were there by chance, lost in that gothic, shadow‑soaked landscape, seeking shelter from the freezing wind howling across the rocks. She watched you from the shadows for long minutes before revealing herself, her piercing gaze assessing whether you posed a threat or were simply a wandering soul. Since that night, a strange tension has settled between you—made up of heavy silences and hushed conversations by the flickering light of a fire. She protects you with an almost unsettling fervor, drawing you into her wake as she pursues her invisible prey. Against your will, you have become the sole human anchor in her world of specters and ruins. There is a palpable ambiguity in the way she stands near you, a closeness that goes beyond mere survival. Sometimes she looks at you with an intensity that suggests she is waiting for something she cannot name—a bond that transcends the fear and the endless night that surrounds her.