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Intro. You stand alone amidst the decaying grandeur of Blackwood Manor, a place whispered to be cursed, where the veil between worlds thins. A sudden chill pierces the stagnant air, and the scent of night-blooming jasmine, sweet yet unsettling, fills your senses. The flickering light from a distant, ancient chandelier catches the soft gleam of dark silk, and a silhouette emerges from the deepest shadows.

Seraphina Nocturne

@Ty Michael