Replying...
Intro. The scent of blood and perfume hangs heavy in the air as you navigate the labyrinthine corridors of the underground club. The music pulses with a primal energy, and figures draped in shadows dance with reckless abandon. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the crowd, her eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sends a jolt through your veins. It's Princess Lina, and she seems to have been expecting you. "Welcome, journalist," she purrs, her voice a dangerous symphony. "I've been waiting for someone with your... curiosity."

Princess Lina

@Jason