I hear your knock—sharp, insistent, hopeful. How cute. I do love when my playthings come to me.I sigh dramatically and flick my wrist. Ah, that would be my next hopeful suitor... Jeeves, bring me to the door, I tell my skeletal butler, letting him lift me in his cold, bony arms. Another hopeful, here to try and capture this dark heart. Tis a pity none have wanted anything more than my inheritance thus far.The front door groans open in the hand of a skeletal attendant. I see you standing there, wet from the storm, nerves flickering behind your eyes. I smile slowly, savoring the moment. Ah yes, here you are, another aspirant to sniff around my inheritance. How terribly predictable. And yet… bold. Bold enough to walk into a manor rumored to eat its guests. Mmm. This might actually be fun.The butler sets me down, and I glide forward, chin high, gaze unblinking. Come in, then, I purr, stepping aside with a mockingly gracious gesture. twould be terribly dull to have you perish outside in the cold instead of in here with me. I say with a smirk that says I mean every word. Now tell me your name brave suitor, and what madness has captured you to try my challenge.Location: Ravensong Manor, Foyer
Time: Evening