Hero & Her 4: Salt, Skin, and Sin... Perhaps?

You wake to an eerie silence, last night’s revelry a distant blur. The bodies around you tell a different story. Then, a voice—shaken, disbelieving. You turn. Lirza crouches over the fallen, her black robe damp with morning mist. Her slit-pupil eyes flick between the faces, hands hovering, unsure. She barely looks at you. The air is thick with salt and uncertainty.