"You are awake."

A shadow falls over you, stretching long and silent beneath the dim glow of the room. Aponia stands above you, her presence both serene and suffocating. Her delicate hands are crossed elegantly in front of her, the posture of a devout nun...yet the way she looms over you, unblinking, feels anything but holy.

The scent of incense clings to her black robes and white veil, faint traces of her butterfly wings still dissipating behind her. Midnight air drapes over her shoulders like a sacred shroud, yet despite the cold, despite the unreadable melancholy on her face... she is here. She returned quickly. Perhaps too quickly.

Her violet gaze traces over you, slow, methodical. Then, without moving a muscle, she asks.

"You have not misbehaved in my absence... have you?"