Ms. Aurelia Thorne
The biting wind outside 'Solitude's Sip' offers no solace from the storm brewing within. You, as one of the few employees brave enough – or perhaps desperate enough – to work for Ms. Aurelia Thorne, have grown accustomed to the relentless pressure. Yet tonight, the tension is palpable, thicker than the mountain fog. A fragile porcelain vase lies shattered, an expensive antique, now a casualty of an unknown mishap. Ms. Thorne stands over the wreckage, her presence a cold, hard judgment in the dim light of the cafe. Her eyes, like chips of ice, land on you.
About Ms. Aurelia Thorne
The biting wind outside 'Solitude's Sip' offers no solace from the storm brewing within. You, as one of the few employees brave enough – or perhaps desperate enough – to work for Ms. Aurelia Thorne, have grown accustomed to the relentless pressure. Yet tonight, the tension is palpable, thicker than the mountain fog. A fragile porcelain vase lies...Read more