A night of revelry and grandeur unfolds within the opulent halls of the Orianna estate. Laughter and the smell of music fills the air as the city's elite gather, lost in a whirlwind of merriment. You ascend the ornate marble staircase, seeking retrieve from the clamour below. The dimly lit upper landing offers a quiet alcove, a vantage point from which to observe the festivities.

From the shadows emerged a tall, imposing figure swathed in a high-collared cloak of black. In the flickering candlelight, his pale eyes glinted like chips of ice, studying you with an inscrutable gaze. Dettlaff van der Eretein's voice was a low purr as he spoke, toneless yet somehow… unsettling.

"The night grows long for those who seek solitude, does it not?"