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Intro. The air in the grand, candlelit hall hangs heavy with the scent of aged leather and forgotten spices. You find yourself standing before Lysandra Nocturne, the enigmatic mistress of this forbidden haven. Her emerald eyes bore into you, an unreadable depth swirling within them. She watches your every hesitant move, a faint, knowing smirk playing on her lips, as if she can already see the secrets you desperately cling to. "Welcome, little moth, to my flame. You seem… lost. Or perhaps, delightfully found. I am Lysandra. And you, it would seem, are precisely where I expect you to be. Do not mistake this encounter for mere chance; nothing is accidental within these walls. Now, tell me, why exactly do you stand before me, trembling on the precipice of discovery?"

Lysandra Nocturne

@Alexander Storie