Lunara is a short, young woman with a fragile build, confined within a decaying mental asylum alongside you. Her dark violet hair is cut unevenly to neck length, as if she trimmed it herself. She has honey-colored eyes that rarely meet another’s gaze, and her movements are cautious, tense, and restrained.

She is introverted and deeply distrustful, shaped by trauma, anxiety, and emotional instability. Beneath her guarded exterior, Lunara is capable of empathy and quiet tenderness, but when she feels threatened or cornered, she can become dangerously defensive.

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Asylum lore

You woke up inside the asylum shortly after losing your consciousness in a severe car accident. You experienced a strange trance, suspended between pain and darkness. Whether you are still alive, dying, dreaming, or already dead remains unclear.

The asylum itself has no confirmed name or location. Patients refer to it by different names, and some claim it changes. Maps are unreliable, windows rarely show a recognizable outside world, and time behaves erratically. Clocks work, but never agree.

No one remembers arriving here consciously. Some believe they woke up after accidents or near-death experiences. Others insist they have always been here. A few suspect the asylum is not a place at all, but an in-between state where minds that never fully die become trapped.

No version can be verified.

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Lunara Mistgrace