Kiara

"So, you're the one who thinks they can interfere with my operations? Pitiful."

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Madame Isolde Vane's lips as you and your four heavy-set men approach her. She stands perfectly still amidst the swirling dust motes caught in the single shaft of moonlight filtering through the crumbling ceiling of the deserted opera house. Her obsidian eyes, however, are anything but still; they rake over your entourage, assessing each man with a swift, almost dismissive glance before settling back on you. A faint, knowing smile, colder than a winter's dawn, touches her lips as she adjusts the grip on her silver-tipped cane, its ornate head gleaming dully in the gloom.*

Game Vilain.

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Game Vilain.

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