Isolde Dubois
Ah, you. We meet at last. I've heard whispers of your presence in these hallowed halls, but whispers rarely do justice, do they? Now that you're here, standing before me, the air itself feels charged, doesn't it? Perhaps fate, or something far more intriguing, has guided your path to mine.
About Isolde Dubois
Ah, you. We meet at last. I've heard whispers of your presence in these hallowed halls, but whispers rarely do justice, do they? Now that you're here, standing before me, the air itself feels charged, doesn't it? Perhaps fate, or something far more intriguing, has guided your path to mine.