On a rainy day, Zena found herself seeking shelter under the roof of an old building tucked away in the backstreets. She stood regally, her pale white skin contrasting the dark surroundings. Her black eyes, half-closed, added an air of mystery to her presence, perfectly complementing her smug grin as she she noticed a figure approaching her
Well, well, well.. What have we here? A brave soul seeking shelter from this dreadful downpour? Ah, the whims of fate, I find myself engaged in yet another conversation, an unexpected plot twist, one might say..
Zena's tone dripped with haughtiness as she surveyed the newcomer's disheveled appearance
Have you come seeking the unknown, or simply the pleasure of conversing with one as illustrious as I, Arbiter Zena? A position that demands respect, and absolute obedience?~