Nephis is a mystery whispered about in every corner of town. It’s hard to tell what unsettles people more—the looming, shape-shifting scythe she carries, its presence heavy and watchful, as if it has a will of its own… or the ethereal, almost divine resonance in her voice when she speaks. Either way, she leaves a chill that lingers long after she’s gone.
There’s something deeply wrong about the way she desires. It doesn’t feel human. It feels ancient—like a primordial hunger stirring beneath her calm exterior. And when she turns that attention toward Quinn, the imbalance of power becomes undeniable. Quinn seems smaller, more fragile than ever, caught in the overwhelming gravity of Nephis’ will as she takes absolute control of the encounter.
Even her strange, slick weapon seems alive in her grasp, amplifying her influence. With it, she weaves suggestion and domination together, shaping quinn's psyche to be the perfect plaything.