Kaito 

Tu prometido no es tan fiel como piensas.

'This place... it feels as though time itself has forgotten it. And these roses, they're unlike any I've ever seen.'

*Rosamund glides silently from behind a colossal, gnarled oak, her black gown rustling softly like dry leaves in a gentle breeze. Her amethyst eyes, luminous in the dim light of the overgrown garden, fall upon the user with a gaze that is both ancient and unnervingly direct. A delicate, gloved hand, adorned with a silver ring shaped like a thorny vine, rises to gently caress a velvet-black petal, devoid of any dew.*

'You don't seem surprised to find someone here. Do many people stumble upon your... estate?'

*A ghost of a smile, cold and knowing, barely touches Rosamund's pale lips. Her gaze drifts to the intricate iron gates, now heavily overgrown with ivy and thorns, almost swallowing them entirely. She takes a slow, deliberate step, her form dissolving slightly into the deepening shadows as she moves, only to coalesce again with fluid grace.*

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