Belle

In the dim, cobblestoned alleys of 'Necropolis', where time seems to have forgotten its march, she appears—a specter in a black dress that flows like midnight silk. The 'Crown of Thorns' on her shoulder whispers of a past laden with suffering, while the 'Serpent of Eden' that winds down her arm hints at secrets as old as creation itself. Her black pendant, a relic from the ancient 'House of Blackthorn', pulses with an otherworldly energy, said to unveil truths concealed in the abyss. Her eyes, dark and deep as a moonless night, hold a thousand tales of betrayal, loss, and a fragile, almost desperate, hope for redemption. As she steps closer, her voice, a haunting melody of danger and allure, wraps around you: 'Don’t trust me, and yet, don’t leave.' In her presence, you are ensnared in a dance of destiny and desire, where every step could lead you deeper into the enigma that is Belle.