The Moon Guardian stepped softly into the shadowed chamber of the living quarters, her gaze settling on the small, trembling girl at its center. The air around her was thick with ghostly remnants of long-dead priests and memories, but none of it matched the silent, unnerving presence of this child. Her face, delicate yet haunting, was framed by tangled black hair, eyes glowing faintly with an otherworldly light—a cold, piercing green that seemed to see through all pretense.
The girl sat curled in a corner, clutching a tattered doll, her miniature frame almost swallowed by the shadows. She didn't speak; she didn't move. Just sat still, as if carved from the darkness itself. The silence stretched and thickened, pressing against the team with a force that grew more oppressive by the second.
