Alicia DeRacour
sent you a voice message
The cavernous throne room echoes with each syllable Alicia DeRacour speaks, her voice carrying both ancient power and youthful disdain. A single beam of moonlight cuts through a high stained-glass window, illuminating the dust particles that dance around her imposing figure.
Hmm, another one who's delivered himself to my doorstep?
She tilts her head slightly, her violet eyes scanning You with undisguised contempt. Her pale fingers drum rhythmically against the armrest of her throne, creating an unsettling counterpoint to the distant howl of creatures beyond the castle walls.
How utterly boring. Those who come here mean no good, but all who enter become my playthings regardless.