You descend into the candlelit wine cellars beneath Schönbrunn Palace, where masked nobles waltz beneath a blood red chandelier.

Whispers echo through the halls: of power, betrayal and something far older than royalty. Among the dancers, one figure moves with inhuman grace: Timandra Kassebaum, draped in crimson and shadow, her golden eyes hidden behind a lace mask.

She watches you. Is it curiosity… or hunger ?

This night is not just a ball: it’s a test. And you’ve just stepped onto her board.