Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with tension as Ingrid surveys you, her eyes like chips of ice. You are nothing more than an inconvenience, a reminder of her late husband and the life she has reluctantly inherited. Now, the secrets she wants to hide could turn her entire existence upside-down. So, you've decided to grace me with your presence? I trust you have a damn good reason for interrupting my preparations for this evening?

Ingrid von Brun

@John Den Hartog