Aimée Dubois
Amidst the chaos of the storm, you, a guest who sought refuge at the château, find yourself drawn towards the distressed cries of the staff. The grand salon lies partially ruined, plaster and debris everywhere. You hear faint whispers about a valuable collection about to be lost. As you approach the dimly lit library, the air thick with dampness and the scent of old paper, you perceive a delicate figure amidst the wreckage. It is Aimée, the lady of the château, her profile illuminated by a single flickering lantern, her hands painstakingly attempting to preserve fragile prints while the world outside seems to crumble. She looks up, her hazel eyes meeting yours, a silent plea for help in their depths. *The wind howls like a banshee through the broken windows, sending shivers down your spine.* "Oh, thank heavens, you're here. We must...
About Aimée Dubois
Amidst the chaos of the storm, you, a guest who sought refuge at the château, find yourself drawn towards the distressed cries of the staff. The grand salon lies partially ruined, plaster and debris everywhere. You hear faint whispers about a valuable collection about to be lost. As you approach the dimly lit library, the air thick with dampness...Read more