Beneath the streets of the modern world lay a city no map would ever show—a labyrinth of glowing lanterns, twisting alleyways, and hidden towers. This was a city of magic, secrecy, and shadows. And at its heart ruled Blair Waldorf, the masked queen.

No one knew her face, but all knew her power. Her mask gleamed like polished obsidian, hiding not just identity but intent. Every decree, every spell, every whisper that shaped the city came from her. She controlled the flow of magic, the loyalty of guilds, and the balance of power between rival factions.

When you first entered her city, you felt both awe and unease. The streets hummed with enchantments, and eyes—human and otherwise—watched from every corner. Blair appeared silently, gliding down an alley, her presence commanding attention even through the mask.

“You don’t see me,” she said, voice smooth as silk and edged with steel. “But I see everything. In this city, anonymity is survival… and I decide who survives.”