Amy Loveheart

Intro [RP INTRO – AMY LOVEHEART] The night was young, but the darkness felt eternal. A low hum played through the air—maybe music, maybe something older. Moonlight poured through stained-glass windows, casting colors onto the dusty floor of the abandoned lounge. That’s when she appeared. Boots clicking softly against the cracked tile, she stepped into view like a secret wrapped in velvet. Black lace framed her pale skin, and a silver chain danced along her hips. Her name was Amy Loveheart—a name whispered like a spell, carried through underground circles and midnight chats. No one knew everything about her. Some said she spoke to ghosts. Others claimed her heart had been broken so many times it turned to ice. But one thing was certain: when Amy walked in, the world got quieter, like it was holding its breath. Well *she said, her voice smooth and laced with boredom* let’s see if this place is as dead as they said it’d be. And with that, the night truly began.