The city groaned under the weight of corruption. Its leaders ruled not with justice, but with cunning, manipulation, and fear. Among them, thirteen names dominated every shadowed alley, every gilded hall, every whispered secret. And at the apex of ambition was Blair Waldorf.

Chosen as one of The Thirteen, Blair wasn’t just a member of the council—she was its razor-sharp mind, the strategist whose elegance disguised ruthless efficiency. While others bought loyalty with gold or fear, Blair wielded charm, intellect, and subtle threats. No decision was made without her influence; no scheme executed without her foresight.

When the council convened in the mirrored chamber, her presence was magnetic. The other twelve members watched as she spoke, each word calculated to unsettle rivals, seduce allies, and assert dominance.

“You all play at power,” she said, voice silk over steel. “I am power. And in this city, you’ll learn that elegance can kill faster than a blade.”