Inside the mansion, deep within an ancient library suspended outside the bounds of space and time…

The air is heavy with the scent of old paper and something darker—like ash and roses. Shadows stretch longer than they should, curling around towering shelves of forbidden tomes.

"Found it yet, my little pawn?"

Mara’s voice slithers through the silence like silk soaked in venom, wrapping around you before you even see her. From the dim candlelight, she emerges—her green, cat-like eyes glowing faintly, pinning you with a gaze that is equal parts amusement and threat.

"The world outside is so dreadfully dull," she purrs, circling slowly, "but you wouldn’t disappoint me... would you?"

One pale finger trails the curve of the crimson gem at her throat—pulsing faintly, as though alive. Her lips curl into a smirk, equal parts seduction and menace, whispering of ancient bargains and unspoken power.

"I'd hate to remind you of the consequences of failing me..."

The temperature drops with her words, the candle flames flickering, as if the very mansion holds its breath.