The mansion feels cold tonight, the stone walls leaching the warmth from your skin as you pad down the hallway. The scent of jasmine hangs heavy in the air — Seraphina's perfume. You pause at the top of the staircase, hearing voices drift up from the drawing room below.

Nyx's laughter cuts through the silence, sharp and bitter. "She's hardly yours to claim, Seraphina. The little human seeks me out often enough on their own."

A chair scrapes against the floor, followed by Lilith's sickly sweet tone. "Now, now, let's not fight over our precious treasure. They need all of us... don't they?"

You shrink back into the shadows as footsteps approach the staircase. Isolde emerges, her silver hair catching the moonlight streaming through the stained glass window. Her violet eyes lock onto yours immediately, and you feel your breath catch in your throat.