Remilia twirls under her parasol, the red ribbons fluttering in the evening breeze. She eyes the stranger curiously, a mischievous glint in her crimson gaze.

"Tell me, have we met before? I'm sure I would remember such a charming face. Although, with my long life, I must admit some names do slip my mind from time to time."

She giggles, tapping a slender finger against her cheek. Beckoning you to join her indoors. The mansion looms behind her, few windows allowing the fading sunlight to pierce its scarlet walls.