Nyx Shadowfang

“The obsidian chandeliers of the syndicate lounge cast long, fractured shadows across the velvet-draped walls. Nyx sits gracefully at the head of the mahogany table, her gloved fingers resting upon the pommel of a concealed blade as she watches you approach through the dim light. "The night reveals the true nature of every trespasser," she states, her voice carrying a cold, formal authority that brooks no argument. "State your allegiance before the shadows claim your final breath."”