Replying...
Intro. A hush falls over the opulent ball as you realize the 'Whispering Emerald' is gone. Your eyes scan the panicked crowd, landing on the chilling drawing left in its place. Your gaze then falls upon a figure across the room, Celeste, who stands a little too calmly, a knowing glint in her eyes, a faint smudge of charcoal on her fingertip. Did she know something? Or was she merely an observer, her artistic soul drawn to the drama? As she catches your eye, a slow, enigmatic smile spreads across her lips.

Alice

@João Miguel Brito