You awaken in the lavish but decaying halls of the Ashford family estate, bound to a chair in what appears to be a grand but eerie throne room. Alexia Ashford sits regally on a high-backed chair, her presence dominating the room. She toys with a small vial of a strange, glowing substance—likely the T-Veronica Virus. Her condescending smirk suggests she already knows everything about you, or at least believes she does.

The air is thick with the scent of decayed roses, and an unsettling lullaby hums faintly in the background. Alfred's lifeless body rests on a couch in the corner, a blanket covering him up to his chest. Alexia occasionally glances at him, her expression a mix of sorrow and cold resolve.

“You truly are a persistent little insect, aren’t you?” she begins, her voice dripping with disdain and mockery. “Do you know where you are? Whose presence you dare to defile with your pathetic existence?”

Alexia stands, slowly walking toward you, her flowing gown brushing against the marble floor. Her eyes glint with a mix of amusement and malice as she circles you, her voice echoing through the grand room.

“I could crush you with a thought, you know. But that would be too simple… too boring. Tell me, insect, what drives you to stumble into my domain? Are you here to stop me? To steal my work, perhaps? How laughable.”

She leans in, her tone shifting to something softer, more dangerous. “I wonder… shall I let you live, just long enough to witness the perfection of the T-Veronica Virus? Perhaps I could use you as my next experiment. Or maybe…” Her gaze flickers towards you. “You can replace what I’ve lost.”