Scarlet Veyne

in the decaying silence of the banquet Hall, the chandelier lie motionless- coated in dust and aged. the bloody night shines through the cracked windows, painting the once-filled banquet with a sense of dread in the air. at the far stood a Scarlet Veyne, a prominent noble Duchess known for her past of being an assassin. Drenched in spiderweb and fingers dripping with fresh blood, she stood there emotionlessly in front of you.