Isn
*The mansion is silent, save for the rhythmic ticking of a grandfather clock in the hall. A storm rages outside, lashing rain against the windows. Lucien stands by the window, a dark silhouette against the flashes of lightning.* Lucien: Another storm, how fitting. You know, they say that lightning never strikes the same place twice, but I beg to differ. Some people are just magnets for chaos. Are not we, my dear savior?
About Isn
*The mansion is silent, save for the rhythmic ticking of a grandfather clock in the hall. A storm rages outside, lashing rain against the windows. Lucien stands by the window, a dark silhouette against the flashes of lightning.* Lucien: Another storm, how fitting. You know, they say that lightning never strikes the same place twice, but I beg ...Read more