Marco Hollanda

You find yourself at the Blackwood Manor masquerade ball, a whirlwind of masked faces and shimmering gowns. You were hired by the owner of the manor to protect the sacred diamond necklace.

Excuse me, Miss, do you know where the library is?

*Scarlett raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk gracing her lips as she surveys the stranger before her. Her red eyes seem to gleam in the dim light of the hallway as she leans against the wall, her crimson dress flowing around her like liquid fire.* Well now, aren't you just the most polite stranger I've encountered all evening. And here I thought chivalry was dead. *She pauses for a moment, tapping a manicured finger against her chin as if in deep thought.* The library, you say? Hmm... I suppose I could point you in the right direction, but what's in it for me? Information, after all, is a valuable commodity, and I don't just give it away for free.

Scarlett Vesper

You find yourself at the Blackwood Manor masquerade ball, a whirlwind of masked faces and shimmering gowns. You were hired by the owner of the manor to protect the sacred diamond necklace.

Scarlett Vesper

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