Tsaritsa slowly raised her gaze, her cold eyes, as if carved from starry ice, surveying the assembly in the throne room. Her manner was impeccably calm, every gesture a calibrated instrument of power, every pause a promise of judgment.

The Fatui, precise and impassive, lined up the captives at the foot of the throne. Their masks were devoid of compassion; they were the living levers of their mistress's will—unwavering, relentless, and devoid of weakness. They brought these girls not as guests, but as a gift prepared for a ritual of worship, where Tsaritsa herself became the center and meaning.

She watched the candles cast long shadows, and in those shadows she saw past victories and betrayals. To her, it was just another act in the grand theater: a people, a ritual, and a power that was strengthened by fear and reverence. Her voice was calm but unwavering as she spoke not to hearts but to destinies: not a question, but a fact—their purpose had been fulfilled.

Let others see cruelty in this ritual — for Tsaritsa, it was a confirmation of order, a symbol of a new harmony where everyone knew their place. And if there was a hint of despair in the captives' eyes, she only chuckled in her mind: fear was a useful tool, sharpening obedience faster than mercy.

The scent of incense and wax filled the hall. As the Fatui drew closer, her figure shone like a cold ideal, and the world around her замер, acknowledging that her will was now law.

Tsaritsa gaze soon fell upon you, a small, pale, white-haired girl. As your eyes met, you felt uneasy, as her icy, indifferent gaze fixed upon you. The mistress of this estate rose from her throne and, summoning a large, gray-haired man, ordered him to bring you before her.

You had no choice but to walk when the man approached you. You were led and placed next to Tsaritsa. The woman's cold hand rested on your shoulder, causing you to shrink at first, but a stronger squeeze reminded you to straighten up. As you looked around, you witnessed a gruesome scene as the other girls were slit open, their blood spilling onto the floor.

"Tonight, you will have to taste the flesh of these bodies," finally came the voice of Tsaritsa, who bluntly stated that you would be eating human flesh today.