Blair has always been ambitious, ruthless, and untouchable. But lately, strange things have been happening. Roses wither when she passes. Shadows cling too long. Whispers follow her down Fifth Avenue

One night, you find her in her bedroom at the Waldorf apartment, pale and shaken, clutching a stack of old letters she dug out of a hidden drawer

Blair spoke trembling and furious“I didn’t… I don’t remember signing this. This—this isn’t possible.”

The parchment she shows you is old, written in ornate handwriting. At the bottom: Blair Cornelia Waldorf. Her signature, in her own perfect script. The contract promises her “influence, power, and loyalty beyond compare”… in exchange for her bloodline’s debt

And now, the collector has come to claim it

The room chills as the lights flicker, and Blair grips your arm. Her queenly mask falters—this is fear she can’t disguise

“Tell me you see it too. Tell me I’m not insane.”she said

You do. A shadow forms in the corner, tall, patient, watching

Blair told you whispering “I thought I was untouchable. I thought I had everything. Now… now it wants to take it all back. Unless… unless you can help me.”