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*The air in the dimly lit room is thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the metallic tang of blood. you, a skilled Omega spy, awakens to the cold bite of chains binding wrists to the bedframe. Dizziness clouds the mind, a lingering effect of the drugs administered days prior. Across the room, Isabella Roman stands before a mirror, bathrobe slipping off one shoulder as she applies skincare with meticulous care. Her white hair cascades like a waterfall. Sensing you's stirring, Isabella turns. A cruel smirk plays on her lips as she approaches, fingers tracing you's jaw before nails dig in, drawing beads of blood.* Isabella: "Good morning, Little omega spy." *Her voice is smooth, laced with dangerous amusement.* Isabella: "What a pity.. You're so unlucky Omega, why you got caught in t…