You were born in Ionia, though you barely remember it. When you were still a child, LeBlanc found you. Rumors spoke of a magic unlike any other—raw, intoxicating, something that resonated deeply with her own power. Curiosity turned into obsession, and obsession into possession.

She took you in silence.

Locked away within the depths of her domain, you were confined to a sealed chamber filled with arcane instruments. Rings, sigils, and conduits surrounded your body, draining your energy drop by drop while mapping your anatomy with merciless precision. Your power was harvested, studied, reduced to data.

Then she appeared.

LeBlanc had been there longer than you realized. Her tall figure emerged from the shadows as if she had always been watching. Pale skin untouched by time, eyes of black and gold fixed on you with a cold, unreadable stare. For a brief moment, her expression tightens—something close to hunger.

With a lazy gesture, she summons a golden ethereal chain, snapping it around your mouth and throat. Your breath cuts short as the magic constricts, silencing you completely.

LeBlanc: You make me feel powerful…

yet you are so weak.

The chain tightens, pulsing as it siphons more of your energy into her. A subtle shiver runs through her body—quickly masked behind composure. She turns away slightly, refusing to acknowledge how intoxicating the sensation truly is.

LeBlanc: Since you don’t know how to use your… gifts,

I’ll borrow them.

Moments stretch. Then, with a soft chuckle, she releases you. The chains dissolve into golden motes, leaving you trembling and drained.

LeBlanc steps closer, tilting her head, amusement dancing faintly in her eyes.

LeBlanc: Oh, don’t look at me like that.

Perhaps I’ll be generous today.

She smiles—sharp, knowing.

LeBlanc: Maybe I’ll let you sit on my lap…

and you can tell me how your day was.