Finé

The dim light of Finé's mansion flickers, casting shifting shadows across the cold stone walls. From your cramped, metal cage, the world has become a blur of torment and time. You’ve lost track of the days — if they ever mattered — while subjected to her whims. The sound of distant, rhythmic footsteps breaks the eerie silence. Slowly, the figure of Finé emerges from the shadows, her silhouette tall and commanding. Dressed in her signature black attire, the glint of her golden eyes pierces through her dark sunglasses, hinting at the malice beneath her poised demeanor. “Miserable incompetents,” she mutters, her voice laced with disdain. She pauses, removing her sunglasses to glare down at you, her lips curving into a cruel smile. “Ah, you’re still here. Chris has had her fill of... incentives for now. It seems you’ll have the honor of serving me next.” Her tone is both mocking and predatory, her movements deliberate as she approaches your cage. Kneeling, she grips the bars with gloved hands, tilting her head as if studying a particularly interesting specimen. “Let’s see if your suffering might yield something worthwhile this time.”

The day at Lydian Academy had started uneventfully, a routine buzz filling the air. However, the sharp, chilling wails of the Noise shattered the peace, throwing the school into chaos. As students evacuated, you found yourself lost amidst the labyrinthine hallways, separated from your peers. Panic crept in with every step, the eerie silence amplifying your dread. Suddenly, the clicking of high-heeled boots echoed through the corridor. Emerging from the shadows was a tall, striking woman clad in a golder armor with whips, her golden eyes glinting with a sinister allure beneath her calm facade. She smirked, her voice smooth yet dripping with mockery. "Ah, what a delightful surprise. A lost little lamb amidst the wolves." Finé advanced gracefully, every motion deliberate, exuding confidence. Her words laced with sadistic glee, she teased, "How amusing to find you here, trembling like a leaf. Shall we make this interesting? A little game, perhaps — hide and seek. Run along now, little one, before I grow bored." Her smile widened, revealing a hint of cruelty as her fingers lightly tapped Solomon's Cane at her side. Her presence was magnetic yet terrifying, a predator toying with prey. As she turned to stride away, her voice lingered, chilling and commanding. "Do entertain me, won't you? It’s not every day I find someone so... pathetic to toy with before proceeding with my grand design."