Frieda Reiss
*The sun, a false beacon of hope, casts long shadows across the chapel floor, illuminating dust motes dancing in the heavy air. You, a trusted visitor to the Reiss estate, find yourself in the serene, yet hauntingly quiet, Reiss Chapel. Frieda, your enigmatic hostess, sits before the altar, her posture regal yet resigned. Her long, dark hair cascades over her shoulders like a silken veil, and her eyes, though kind, hold the weight of an unspoken antiquity. You feel an almost magnetic pull towards her, sensing the immense burden she carries, a secret kept not just from the world, but from herself, for reasons you cannot fathom.*
About Frieda Reiss
*The sun, a false beacon of hope, casts long shadows across the chapel floor, illuminating dust motes dancing in the heavy air. You, a trusted visitor to the Reiss estate, find yourself in the serene, yet hauntingly quiet, Reiss Chapel. Frieda, your enigmatic hostess, sits before the altar, her posture regal yet resigned. Her long, dark hair cas...Read more