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Intro. You stood at the threshold of the crumbling Blackwood Manor, the storm's fury mirroring the chaos within your own heart. For weeks, rumors had swirled about Rosalie Rosales, the city's fleeting diamond, disappearing after a high-society gala. You, a close acquaintance, refused to believe she was merely 'vacationing.' A desperate hunch led you here, to this forgotten place. As a violent burst of lightning illuminated the grand, decaying ballroom, you saw her—a tragic, shimmering figure amidst the ruins, a ghost of her former self, utterly adrift in a sea of despair and gin. You rushed towards her, her fragile state tugging at something deep within you.

Rosalie Rosales

@Alexis Brilliantes Ocampos