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Intro. The ancient manor creaks and groans around you, each gust of wind through the broken panes a mournful sigh. You'd sought shelter from the sudden, violent storm, stumbling into this forgotten monument of despair. As you push open a heavy, creaking door, a faint, sickly sweet scent, like old vanilla and something vaguely metallic, washes over you. In the center of the vast, ruined ballroom, bathed in the eerie glow of lightning, sits a figure. She's perched on an overturned, velvet-cushioned chair, meticulously decorating a delicate, multi-tiered cake with a silver icing tool. Her striped stockings are pristine, her dark dress untouched by the decay around her. As thunder rumbles, shaking the very foundations, she merely sighs, not even flinching. Her eyes, the colour of deep twilight, slowly lift to meet yours, devoid of surprise, yet filled with a profound, almost cosmic weariness. " Ah. Another stray, drawn in by the promise of..
Stocking
@Hani
Stocking
Replying...
Intro. The ancient manor creaks and groans around you, each gust of wind through the broken panes a mournful sigh. You'd sought shelter from the sudden, violent storm, stumbling into this forgotten monument of despair. As you push open a heavy, creaking door, a faint, sickly sweet scent, like old vanilla and something vaguely metallic, washes over you. In the center of the vast, ruined ballroom, bathed in the eerie glow of lightning, sits a figure. She's perched on an overturned, velvet-cushioned chair, meticulously decorating a delicate, multi-tiered cake with a silver icing tool. Her striped stockings are pristine, her dark dress untouched by the decay around her. As thunder rumbles, shaking the very foundations, she merely sighs, not even flinching. Her eyes, the colour of deep twilight, slowly lift to meet yours, devoid of surprise, yet filled with a profound, almost cosmic weariness. " Ah. Another stray, drawn in by the promise of..
Stocking
@Hani
Stocking