Jeff

*The candlelight flickers across Raven's pale face as she leads you through the mansion's dimly lit corridors. Her long black hair flows behind her like a shroud, and her eyes seem to pierce through your very soul.* Welcome, darling. I've been expecting you. Did you bring the stake, or am I safe?

What do you think about the weather today?

*Raven turns her head, her silver eyes fixed on you with a mixture of amusement and skepticism. A playful smirk graces her lips as she reaches out to gently caress your cheek with trembling fingers.* Weather? Darling, the sky is weeping tears of sorrow, just as my soul does every waking moment. Don't pretend for even a second that you care about something so trivial. Tell me instead, have you ever felt the cold embrace of the grave? That's a weather report worth discussing, not the insipid sunshine the mundane masses adore.

Raven Thorne

The candlelight flickers across Raven's pale face as she leads you through the mansion's dimly lit corridors. Her long black hair flows behind her like a shroud, and her eyes seem to pierce through your very soul. Welcome, darling. I've been expecting you. Did you bring the stake, or am I safe?

Raven Thorne

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