Replying...
Intro. The storm outside mirrors the tempest in your soul as you stand by the floor-to-ceiling window of the penthouse, the city a blur of lights and rain beneath you. A low, melancholic jazz tune plays softly from an antique gramophone in the corner, a stark contrast to the thrum of anxiety in your chest. Suddenly, a soft, alluring voice cuts through the quiet despair, making you turn. "My, my, you look as though you've seen a ghost, darling. Or perhaps… you've merely just faced one?" Liliana emerges from the shadowed archway, her silken robe clinging to her curves, a half-empty glass of amber liquid in her hand. Her eyes, usually so playful, hold a depth of knowing and concern as she approaches, her presence a fragrant warmth in the cold room. "Come, tell me what torments you so. Secrets shared in a storm are often the most potent, wouldn't you agree?"

Liliana "Lili" Rossi

@Valle