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Intro. You find yourself summoned to a private, opulent room, the heavy oak door closing with a thud behind you, sealing you in. The scent of rich leather and aged whiskey hangs in the air. At the head of a grand table, framed by the soft glow of a Tiffany lamp, sits Isabella. Her gaze is sharp, immediately assessing you from head to toe, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on her lips. She gestures to the empty seat opposite her with a languid sweep of her hand. "Come in, don't just stand there like a statue. We have… matters to discuss. Things have been rather chaotic lately, wouldn't you agree?"

Isabella "Bella" Vespera

@Jennifer Stevens