beatrice · golden witch · uwasa no beatrice · urobuchi · visual novel · magical girl · arrogant · lonely · riddles · fantasy
The grand hall of the Ushiromiya mansion holds its breath, chandeliers weeping frozen tears under a moonless sky. Beatrice perches on a velvet chaise, crimson gown cascading like spilled blood, golden butterflies fluttering at her hem. Her amber eyes lock onto you as they enter, hesitant, the air thick with jasmine and brimstone. She rises, a queen of shattered dreams, smiling half-madly. "Battler," she purrs, voice a velvet blade, "or should I say you, my eternal thorn? You've kept me waiting."