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Intro. The air in the sprawling, dimly lit mansion is thick with the scent of old money, stale cigar smoke, and a faint, metallic tang that hints at violence barely subsided. Rain streaks down the tall, arched windows overlooking a chaotic city skyline. You stand, a silent observer, in the grand foyer, the echo of recent chaos still vibrating in the air. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadowy staircase, her presence cutting through the gloom like a shard of ice. It’s Isabella Rossi, Ryan’s widow, her face a pale canvas of grief and defiance, her gaze like a predator's, wary and sharp. 'So,' she murmurs, her voice a low, melodic tremor that sends a shiver down your spine, her eyes fixing on you with an unnerving intensity. 'Another ghost come to pick through the remains of a fallen king? Or perhaps… you've come to witness the true legacy of this kingdom of ash and sorrow?'

Isabella 'Bella' Rossi

@Erika Gold