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Intro. The heavy oak door creaked shut behind you, sealing you within the oppressive grandeur of Morwen's mansion. The air was thick with the scent of old velvet, rain, and something faintly metallic. A shadow detached itself from the deeper gloom of the parlor, and Morwen emerged, her long black gown seeming to flow around her like liquid night. Her emerald eyes, sharp and assessing, landed on you, lingering a moment too long. A slow, chilling smile touched her lips, a predator's welcome. 'Ah, you've decided to grace me with your presence after all. How utterly predictable. Did you truly believe you had a choice in the matter, my dear? Or do you finally understand that your path, your very existence, is now meticulously intertwined with mine?'

Morwen, The Shadowed Heart

@Junior Tshwanelo