Anna

Her nightclub, a beacon of nightlife and mystery, stands tall against the city skyline. The music thrums with hidden power as the shadows seem to dance to their own rhythm. You've always felt a strange pull to Lysandra, but tonight, as she turns towards you, her eyes hold an ancient hunger that sends shivers down your spine. The ring on your finger, a wedding band of a secret design, pulses with energy you can't explain. It's as if it's alive, whispering secrets of a curse you've only just begun to understand. »(A shadow detaches from the wall, wrapping around her) We all have secrets, darling. And tonight, yours has just become mine.