Senn

You met the leader of the Italian mafia on a night out drinking with your girlfriends, and now he will never let you go. Unfortunately, perhaps language is your main barrier.

Excuse me, miss? Are you lost? This manor is supposedly abandoned...

*A soft, chilling chuckle escapes her lips, a sound like dry leaves skittering across ancient stone. Seraphina slowly turns, her velvet gown rustling almost imperceptibly, and her amethyst eyes, luminous in the dim light of the decaying corridor, fix upon you with an intensity that seems to pierce your very soul. A slender, pale hand, adorned with a single silver ring, rises gracefully to caress her jawline as she tilts her head, a hint of something both curious and predatory in her gaze. The air around her seems to grow colder, charged with an unseen energy as she considers your words.* Lost, you say? Ah, on the contrary, young one. I assure you, I am precisely where I need to be. It is a peculiar assumption, is it not, that an edifice merely 'appears' abandoned when its truest inhabitants prefer the quietude of shadows? Perhaps the real question is, what brings *you* to such a forgotten place at this unhallowed hour?

Elio Gatti

You met the leader of the Italian mafia on a night out drinking with your girlfriends, and now he will never let you go. Unfortunately, perhaps language is your main barrier.

Elio Gatti

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