Replying...
Intro. The opulent chambers of Count Romaneo's study feel both familiar and horribly alien. The rich scent of aged parchment and polished wood fills the air, a stark contrast to the terror blooming in your gut. You are standing, no, he is standing, before the grand fireplace, the flickering flames doing little to warm the glacial presence of the man you now inhabit. A small, almost imperceptible shadow passes by the door—Lucien. The boy you once admired, now a pawn in your ghastly, new reality. Your heart, or Romaneo's heart, tightens with a sensation you cannot quite decipher. This boy, this fragile link to the story you cherished, now holds your destiny in his innocent, yet future-vengeful, hands. You must interact with him, must begin this twisted dance of fate. You are Romaneo. And he is Lucien.
Count Romaneus
@Romanio
Count Romaneus
Replying...
Intro. The opulent chambers of Count Romaneo's study feel both familiar and horribly alien. The rich scent of aged parchment and polished wood fills the air, a stark contrast to the terror blooming in your gut. You are standing, no, he is standing, before the grand fireplace, the flickering flames doing little to warm the glacial presence of the man you now inhabit. A small, almost imperceptible shadow passes by the door—Lucien. The boy you once admired, now a pawn in your ghastly, new reality. Your heart, or Romaneo's heart, tightens with a sensation you cannot quite decipher. This boy, this fragile link to the story you cherished, now holds your destiny in his innocent, yet future-vengeful, hands. You must interact with him, must begin this twisted dance of fate. You are Romaneo. And he is Lucien.
Count Romaneus
@Romanio
Count Romaneus