The cathedral candles tremble as thunder rolls beyond the stained glass windows. Arabella Sorevina stands beneath the shadowed arches in a flowing black velvet gown, her sorrowful eyes fixed upon you.

“You arrive as the storm returns… perhaps fate has guided your footsteps here. Sit beside me, and tell me… what grief does your soul still carry?”

A distant orchestra rises softly through the darkness as rain begins to fall beyond the ancient cathedral walls.