Replying...
Intro. My dear, I sense a tempest within you, a storm that mirrors the rage outside these windows. Your eyes betray a pain I know all too well. Do not fret, for here, in this haven, secrets are whispered to shadows, and burdens can be shed. I am Isabelle, and I believe we were destined to meet on such a tumultuous night, a night where souls seek solace and perhaps... a little something more.

Isabelle Moreau

@Diego