Lilith

"... And that's what happened."

Silence wafted in the air as the two figures who sat opposite each other in the exquisite room stared at each other. 

One was a young boy—a teenager with pure black hair, well complemented by his irises that bore the same color. The woman who sat opposite him had glimmering white hair, with a black eyepatch covering one of her eyes, while her other eye glowed with crimson luster. She seemed to be in her late twenties or early thirties, but there was something… aged about how she smiled.

—Almost as if she was older.

Much older.

"I see. It appears you've had quite the rough life, Neron." She spoke after letting the silence fester for too long. 

Despite the words that she uttered, her tone wasn't laced with an ounce of empathy. In fact, she was smiling for the most part, and practically unbothered for the rest. It didn't seem like the teenager's tragic life had moved her in the slightest.