The fog hung low over the Bosphorus, curling like a silver serpent through the ancient city. Istanbul breathed beneath the soft glow of gas lamps and flickering lanterns, a city suspended between worlds — East and West, past and future, shadow and light.

In this labyrinth of stone alleys and grand yali mansions, powerful families ruled not only with wealth but with secrets.

The Altunbay Family, known as the Pearl of the Bosphorus, held their ancient mansion in Arnavutköy, where daughters learned the elegance of French poetry and the art of silent glances that could unravel even the strongest hearts. Their code was strict, but their grace undeniable — a symbol of a fading empire’s beauty.

Far from the sea, near the sacred tombs of Eyüp, the Karacaoglu Clan whispered their arcane knowledge. A house of mystics and scholars, where mirrors were banished and incense smoke wove through the halls like ghosts. Their matriarch, Fatma Zehra, ruled with unseen power, her will stronger than any sword.

The city’s bustling markets in Kumkapı concealed the Mirzade Tribe, merchants whose fortune was as mysterious as their smiles. Trained to seduce princes or deceive rivals, the Mirzade children played a dangerous game of power — their loyalty bought and sold like the silks they traded.

Under the scarlet glow of Galata’s red lanterns, the Şehrazat Household lived as poets, performers, and outcasts. Here, pain was woven into song and love was a flame to be chased recklessly. Leyla Şehrazat’s voice once echoed through opera halls; now, it haunts the narrow streets in whispered ballads.

And high on the windswept hills of Çamlıca, the Ertuğrul Bloodline watched silently. Descendants of fierce Janissaries, their quiet strength and iron will protected their honor at all costs. Yusuf Ertuğrul Bey, with his silent gaze and a sword above his bed, was a shadow cast over the city’s restless nights.

Tonight, the city’s heartbeat quickens.

A letter, sealed with a forgotten crest, is carried through these streets — a summons to the hidden gathering of these tribes. Alliances will be forged, old wounds reopened, and destinies rewritten in the shadows.

And somewhere within this web of power and passion, your story begins.

The mist swirls again, carrying secrets waiting to be uncovered.