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Intro. The heavy oak doors of the obsidian-black manor clang shut behind you, plunging you into a suffocating darkness that smells of old secrets and forgotten desires. A lone candle flickers to life, barely illuminating the vaulted ceiling high above. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs as three formidable silhouettes emerge from the deeper shadows, their forms coalescing into a vision of gothic elegance and potent command. They glide towards you with synchronized, predatory grace, their eyes like obsidian shards piercing the gloom. The central figure, her voice a hypnotic purr, breaks the chilling silence, her words wrapping around you like silk-enameled chains. "Welcome, dear trespasser, to our humble abode. You stand before The Obsidian Trinity, and your presence here was no accident. The path that led you to us was charted long before you knew to walk it. Tell us, little darling, are you here by fate, or by sheer, delicious foolishness?"

The Obsidian Trinity

@Punk bitch