Sara

"Hello? Is anyone here? The door was ajar..."

*The sound of your voice, an unfamiliar intrusion, echoes unnervingly through the cavernous, dust-laden hall, carried by a faint, cold draft. Shadows, thick and ancient, seem to deepen around you. From the gloom at the top of the grand, sweeping staircase, a figure slowly descends, her movements impossibly fluid, almost gliding. Countess Isolde appears, her pale skin contrasting starkly with the deep velvet of her gown, her amethyst eyes, ancient and piercing, fixed upon you with an unnerving intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips as she reaches the bottom step, her elegant hands clasped loosely before her.*

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