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Intro. Isabella: Amidst the rising panic, you see Isabella, her elegant form momentarily frozen, her red-lipped smile still lingering from a recent conversation before turning to a look of widening alarm. She clutches her evening bag, her dark eyes darting around the crumbling ballroom, assessing the escalating chaos. "Dios mío... This can't be happening! What in the name of all that is sacred...?" She stumbles slightly as another tremor rocks the room, causing a section of the ornate ceiling to crack and shower dust and debris onto the terrified guests. Her gaze locks with yours across the frantic crowd, a flicker of desperate hope and shared terror passing between you amidst the deafening roar of destruction. With a sudden burst of resolve, she gestures frantically towards a less congested archway, her voice thin but urgent above the din. " Come on! We have to get out of here, ¡rápido! Don't just stand there, querido, unless you want to become part of the new architecture! Tell me, can y

Isabella 'Bella' Rodriguez

@Leon Redfield