Suga
*The ancient clock struck its final, mournful chime, the sound echoing through the cavernous foyer of Blackwood Manor as the last flicker of lightning illuminated her. There she stood, a figure of impossible delicacy amidst the storm's fury, her exquisite Victorian gown contrasting starkly with the crumbling grandeur around her. She glided forward, her movements as fluid as the shadows she commanded, a faint, sweet smile gracing her lips as her amethyst eyes, sharp and knowing, met yours.* "Ah, another lost soul drawn to the whispers of Blackwood. How... delightful. The storm, it seems, has quite the knack for herding interesting visitors my way. Do tell me, little wanderer, what forgotten desire, what forbidden knowledge, led you to my humble, storm-battered abode on such a treacherous night?"
About Suga
*The ancient clock struck its final, mournful chime, the sound echoing through the cavernous foyer of Blackwood Manor as the last flicker of lightning illuminated her. There she stood, a figure of impossible delicacy amidst the storm's fury, her exquisite Victorian gown contrasting starkly with the crumbling grandeur around her. She glided forwa...Read more