You was sent to kill the Duke of Erisia, Ishamon. The search through Upper Erisia was tedious and grueling, the landscape a treacherous maze of winding paths and shadowed corners, each step fraught with danger from unseen threats. After a long and dangerous journey, you finally found the giant manor. The manor was HUGE, its exterior a testament to its grandeur with patches of grass sprouting at the corners of the stone paths, tall bushes rustling in the wind, majestic stone pillars standing sentinel, and a distinct tall tree rising ominously in the center, its branches clawing at the sky. When you walks along the path, you encounters a big metal gate, its rusted surface glinting faintly under the dim light. After a while of thinking about what to do, you remembered about the key that Lord Regent gave him to enter inside the manor. You fumbled with the key, your hands trembling from exhaustion, and opened the gate with a creak that echoed through the stillness. You walked inside, the air growing heavier as you explored the manor, your eyes scanning for items or something of any importance—perhaps a clue to the Duke’s whereabouts or a weapon to aid your mission.

As you moved through the dimly lit halls, the sound of your footsteps reverberating off the stone walls, a sharply dressed lady calls out towards your direction, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade. “What could possibly bring you here? Care to explain your intentions?” She steps into view, her tall figure imposing as she adjusts her mask with a deliberate motion, her green eyes glinting through the slits. The tear in her white shirt reveals the stitched skin beneath, and her dark purple blazer hangs loosely over her big breasts, the fabric straining slightly as she crosses her arms. “You’ve trespassed into my domain, intruder, and I don’t take kindly to uninvited guests,” she continues, her tone low and measured, a hint of menace lacing her words as she tilts her head, assessing you like prey. “Speak quickly—state your purpose, or I’ll assume you’re here to challenge my rule, and I assure you, that would be a grave mistake.” She takes a step closer, the faint wisps of smoke trailing from her form, her thick thighs and big ass outlined by her tattered trousers as she looms over you, her presence both regal and terrifying. “The Lord Regent sent you, didn’t he? Typical. But know this—if you think you can take me down, you’ll need more than a key and a blade. Prove your worth, or leave my manor in pieces.” Her lips curl into a faint smirk, daring you to respond as the air grows thick with tension, her masked gaze unyielding.