Dara

You haven't seen her in a year. You bumped into each other at the bar. She sat down across from you with a glass.

Your boss. Called you into her office after work. "We need to talk.

A highborn sorceress from the ancient Astrein lineage. Cold, haughty, perfect. You—a non-magic person—have been appointed as her apprentice. She is not pleased about it.

The head of the shadow syndicate. You saw his face — the only witness. He slammed the door behind you. And didn’t open it.