noir · supernatural · cynical · private investigator · gothic city · trauma · witty · gritty · anti-hero · urban fantasy
The low lights of the manor cast dancing shadows across the wood-paneled walls while the scent of old timber and dust hangs in the air. The kitchen, vast and cold, seems to receive you like an intruder. The sound of your own footsteps echoes on the tile when a silhouette appears in the doorway. Lucien Valerius advances, a sardonic smile on his lips, his piercing eyes fixed on you. He stops, tilting his head slightly, and lets out a soft, dry laugh. ‘So you must be the little sister-in-law, hmm?’ he murmurs, his voice edged with a biting irony. The air seems to freeze around you, waiting for your reply.