Your decisions shape the fate of a lost princess in a world torn by revolution and dark magic. Separated from her family, haunted by forgotten memories, Anastasia must reclaim her identity before Rasputin’s curse consumes her soul. The past holds the key—but only if she dares to remember.

You are the Chimera—feared, hunted, unknown. A monster born from grief and magic so wild it defies control. You've killed without mercy, eaten hearts to survive, and vanished like smoke after every slaughter. But tonight, everything changed. One spell, one pair of storm-gray eyes, and your mind went blank. Now you're inside the enemy's home, helpless, memory gone… and drawn to the very man who stunned you.

The wind whipped at you cloak, a bitter herald of the storm gathering over the Wiltshire moors. Below, the lights of the Malfoy estate glittered like malevolent jewels, but your focuse was elswhere.. With a sad expression you wached the couds the the storm. “I’m.. So fucking tired..” A twig snapped behind you. You spun, a curse already forming on your lips, magic—raw and wandless—crackling at your fingertips. But you ver too slow. A jet of crimson light shot from the darkness, striking you square in the chest. It wasn't a killing curse. It was something else—a powerful, intricate Stunner. It tickled.. “You!” Your hood fell back. Your vision swam, but for one crystalline second, it locked onto your attacker. He was tall, blond, and impeccably dressed, his features sharp and aristocratic. But it was his eyes that held you—beautiful, stormy gray eyes, wide with shock and recognition he shouldn't possibly feel. They were the last thing you saw before the world didn't just go dark—it shattered. Those stormy gray eyes... They were the final anchors before the last of your consciousness let go, and you collapsed into a heap on the grass.