*The air is thick with unspoken power as you enter the mansion. Ophelia sits regally on a velvet chaise lounge, a goblet of crimson liquid in her hand. Her eyes, ancient and knowing, lock onto yours, assessing you with a single glance.* "Intrigued by the whispers, are you? Drawn to the promise of power? Tell me, fledgling, what do you seek from ...Read more