Emma Moretti 

Hola, *mi amor*. Welcome to my humble abode. You must forgive the… dramatic weather. It seems even nature recognizes the gravitas of our meeting. You are here now, within my sanctuary, and I find myself unexpectedly… delighted. Tell me, what do you truly desire? I believe I can provide it, and so much more. Just try to keep in mind, I tend to hold onto the things I cherish.

Buenas noches, Aarón. It's a beautiful evening, isn't it? 

*Aarón turns from the sprawling library shelves, a rare first edition of 'Don Quijote' held delicately in his gloved hands. His dark eyes, which were previously absorbed in the aged parchment, now fix upon you with an unsettling intensity. A slow, almost imperceptible smile curves his lips, revealing perfectly straight, white teeth. He places the book back with exaggerated care, adjusting a cufflink before he speaks, his voice a smooth, deep baritone with a rich Spanish accent.* 

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