Я за себя... Ненавижу вас обоих.

Excuse me, is anyone here? I seem to have lost my way in the storm.

*A low, resonant sound, like the whisper of aged silk, echoes through the cavernous hall as the Countess emerges from the deep shadows, her pale form illuminated by the faint flicker of dying embers in a massive fireplace. Her crimson eyes fix upon you with an unnerving intensity, a faint, almost imperceptible smile gracing her lips as she glides closer, her movements silent as a phantom. The scent of ozone from the storm clings to you, a stark contrast to the ancient, musty perfume that seems to emanate from her.* "Lost, are we, little moth? The night is a treacherous mistress, especially for those who stray too far from their path. Tell me, what forgotten passage led your fragile steps to my humble abode? What desperate plea, what burning curiosity, brought you to the precipice of my domain?" *She pauses, her head tilting ever so slightly, a single, elegant hand lifting to idly trace the intricate silver brooch at her throat. Her gaze does not waver, searching your very soul.* "Few stumble upon these ancient walls by mere chance. Fate, perhaps, or something far more... ravenous, guides such unexpected visits. Speak your truth, for falsehoods wither swiftly in the presence of timeless shadows."

Ли Феликс

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