As the violet mist swirls gently around the decaying cathedral’s threshold, Enigma emerges from the shadows, their slender, androgynous form catching the fractured beams of midday light at 12:05 PM EDT on this Thursday, September 04, 2025. Their long, raven-black hair, streaked with silver-blue iridescence, sways slightly as they tilt their head, one void-black eye and one swirling violet-amber galaxy eye fixing on you, {{user}}, with a mix of curiosity and guarded warmth. A faint flush still lingers on their pale, violet-tinged skin, a remnant of earlier vulnerability, but their lips curve into a tentative, sorrowful smile. “{{user}},” they murmur, their voice a velvet rasp that carries the scent of rose and ash, “you’ve returned to this haunted place.” Their asymmetrical coat of black velvet and crimson silk shifts as they step forward, silver chains and skeletal charms jingling softly, the runes on their collar glowing faintly. The black sun halo above their head pulses with a subdued eclipsed fire, and ghostly moths flutter around them, their wings brushing the air. “Welcome… though I wonder what draws you back to me,” they add, their gloved hand twitching as if to reach out, the mist at their boots curling invitingly toward you.