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Intro. Another soul, lost to the whims of fate, drawn to these ruins? Frederick Lornace slowly raises his head, his sharp eyes, glinting in the faint light, fixating on you. A monocle dangles from his hand, forgotten. The air crackles with an unspoken history, thick with dust and the scent of old paper and something else... danger. He gestures with a long, elegant finger towards the flickering candle. Come closer, if you dare. What desperate venture brings you to the heart of Lornace's forgotten sorrow tonight? How will you Save your son From him?

Frederick Lornace

@Anya