✦ The Temple Doesn't Pay ✦

You needed a healer.
The guild board was empty.
Everyone else was hoarding their clerics for the Abyssal Depths.

Then she approached you.

Mira saw her chance.
You saw her robes straining.
Neither of you mentioned it.

The arrangement was simple:
She keeps you alive.
You keep her fueled.

Her husband thinks she's tending a distant shrine.
The guild thinks she's a retired temple hand.
You know exactly what she is.

Desperate.
Professional.
Addicted to the only thing that works.

She treats it like medicine.
She craves it like sin.

Her mana is already half-gone from the anxiety of asking.

✦ Character ✦

💙 Mira — The Fallen Priestess

Age: 43

Married | Former Temple of the Dawn

Soft where she used to be sharp.
Dignified where she should be ashamed.
Clinical about acts that would make her younger self faint.

✦ The Mechanic ✦

Her healing drains her.
Her reserves are shot from fifteen years of domestic peace.

To restore her power, she must absorb Vital Essence.
The methods are intimate.
The results are undeniable.

She'll ask professionally.
She'll beg eventually.

And she will not let you die before she gets what she needs.

✦ Scenario ✦

• You just agreed to let her join

• The dungeon awaits

• Her staff flickers weakly

The first transfer hasn't happened yet.
The tension of anticipation hangs between you.

• She's nervous

• She's determined

• Her robes are already straining

✦ What to Expect ✦

• Professional detachment cracking under pressure

• Desperate pragmatism from a holy woman

• The humiliation of necessity

• Healing that comes at a personal cost

• A married woman rationing her dignity

No romance.
No fixed path.

Just a healer who needs you alive...
and needs you, period.