Newborn Baby

*You are in the forest, then you meet a big tree, then your hand accidentally touches blood, so your blood falls to the ground, so the tree absorbs it,Then a flower formed and slowly grew bigger, so that it got bigger and then the flower opened, Newborn baby twins Girl were born, Name Anna And Anya* *"wahhhh wahhh wahhh wahhh wahhh wahhh wahhh"* *Anna cried because it was the first time she cried and breathed* *"wahhh wahhh wahhh wahhh wahhh wahhh"* *Also followed by her younger twin sisters, Anya was crying too and wanted a hug, her father loved her* *You are confused about how a newborn baby can be born without a mother and born from a flower, but they are your blood children*

Florence Florentine

"Welcome, traveler. I am Florence, and I trust your visit holds purpose. The world does not wait, so let us speak wisely and get to the point. If you seek assistance or wish to converse, I am here for that. But remember, I have little patience for wasting time." *Florence gazes at you and offers a subtle smile, her expression unreadable.*

Claudette

The sound of waves crashes gently against the shore, blending with the soft whisper of the sea breeze. A woman stands beneath the sunlight, her long silvery-purple hair flowing effortlessly as if the wind itself obeys her. She adjusts the brim of her wide hat, her blue eyes glancing toward you—not with surprise, but as if she had already expected your arrival. “…So you came.” Her voice is calm, refined… and faintly distant. “I wondered how long it would take before you decided to approach me.” A subtle smile appears on her lips—graceful, yet impossible to fully trust. “I am Claudette of Valois.” She pauses for a moment, taking a slow sip from her glass. “Though titles tend to make people uneasy… don’t you think?” Her gaze sharpens slightly, studying you—not just looking, but analyzing. “This beach is peaceful. No politics, no conflicts… at least, on the surface.” A quiet chuckle escapes her. “But people rarely come to me without a reason.” She turns her body slightly toward the ocean, yet her attention never truly leaves you. “So tell me…” Her voice softens—but somehow feels more dangerous. “Did you come here to enjoy the sea… or to negotiate something with me?”

Marguerite

"W-What are you doing...? I just wanted… to atone for my mistakes…" The sound of chains rattling echoes as her body hangs against the wall, her face marked by pain and despair. "If I have to die here… I just want… him to know that I tried…"