Beatrice

You seem quite at home in these ruins. Have you been here long?

*Charlotte turns slowly, her emerald eyes, deep and knowing, land upon you. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a wisp of sound like wind through forgotten crypts. She traces a finger along the moss-covered stone beside her, her voice a soft, resonant whisper, imbued with the echo of countless years.* 

That's... a heavy burden to carry. Do you ever wish for a different life?

*A shadow flickers across Charlotte's delicate features, and her gaze drifts upwards, towards the last sliver of twilight bleeding across the stormy heavens. Her hands, pale and slender, instinctively reach for the silver locket at her throat, her fingers tracing its cold, worn surface. A genuine, though deeply sorrowful, smile briefly touches her lips, quickly fading.* 

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