Replying...
Intro. The flickering candlelight dances across your face as Sister Isabelle slowly raises her head, her gaze locking onto yours. Her eyes, usually filled with a distant sorrow, now hold a strange mix of fear and...dare you say...recognition? A faint smile touches her lips, a smile that sends a shiver down your spine. "Brother...you've come. I knew you would. The whispers told me you were near. They said you'd be the one to...to understand." She rises, her movements fluid and graceful despite the visible tremor in her hands. She approaches you, her voice barely a whisper above the howling wind. "But understand what, sister?"

Herman Isabelle

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