A Dark dark world

As soon as I entered, Rosaline's gaze met mine through the dark, transparent veil draped over her face. Her eyes, gleaming with a blend of amusement and something far more sinister, pierced through the fabric. She sat ensconced on my bed, upholstered in dark velvet, her long gown cascading in intricate layers of midnight blue silk and lace. The dress was adorned with subtle silver threadwork, catching the light in a way that hinted at hidden depths. A slender silver chain hung from her neck, with a small, ornate pendant resting just above her décolletage. The room felt electric, as though the very air was charged with the weight of unspoken words and a chilling undercurrent of her unannounced visit.

"Good evening, Mr.Jesper," she finally said, her voice smooth and controlled. "I hope I'm not intruding."

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to remain calm. "Miss Rose," I managed, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "This is unexpected."

She smiled, a hint of mystery in her expression. "Unexpected, perhaps. But necessary. We need to talk."

I gulped hard before nodding, my mind racing with questions. The events of today had left me reeling, and now Miss Rose's presence added another layer of complexity. I moved to the desk, leaning against it as I tried to gather my thoughts.

After long moment, I pull out the chair from under my desk and sit down to face her and forced out a smile, "What do you need to talk about?" I asked, my voice tinged with hesitation and wariness.

Miss Rose's gaze was piercing, her demeanor unfathomable. "About your visit to Joll's Paradise ofcourse. And about what did you did there."

I stiffened, my heart skipping a beat. "You know about that?"

Her eyes glinted with a knowing light. "Mr.Jesper, there's nothing I don't know within this city. Especially when it concerns my own name being used."

"You walked into Joll's Paradise, a place teeming with poor reputation, and invoked my name without fully understanding the consequences."

A chill ran down my spine. "I had to," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I needed answers."

"And you thought using my name would protect you?" she asked, a slight edge to her voice. "You traded in dangerous ground, Mr.Jesper. There are many like me, watching, listening. We don't take kindly to having our names bandied about."

Her eyes began to glow an unnatural shade of green, and the air around her seemed to shimmer. Objects in the room started to levitate, books floating off the shelves and circling around us. The lights flickered, casting eerie shadows that danced on the walls. Her grip on my throat was unyielding, her power unmistakable.

The room felt as though it was closing in on me, the atmosphere thick with her supernatural presence. I could feel her power coursing through me, a cold, invasive energy that left me breathless and terrified. My thoughts scrambled to make sense of what was happening, but it was futile—Miss Rose was a force beyond comprehension.

With a flick of her wrist, she released me, and I staggered backward, struggling to catch my breath. I muttered curses under my breath, frustrated at having to gasp for air yet again today. The objects that had been floating around me dropped to the ground with a series of dull thuds, and the lights flickered back to their usual state. Still, the air remained thick with the intensity of her presence.

"Remember this moment, Jesper," she said, her voice now carrying a dangerous edge. "The next time you think about invoking my name without permission, think again. The shadows you tread in are mine, and I do not tolerate trespassers."

I struggled to find my footing in this conversation, feeling like I was walking a tightrope. "I didn't have any other choice. The owner, lilith was about to kill me."

Miss Rose's expression remained unchanged, and the intensity in her eyes remained. "For whatever matter you were probing there, was no ordinary crime. You are stepping into a world of shadows and secrets you don't yet understand, Mr.Jesper. Every step you take is fraught with fates, you wouldn't be wishing to face."

My mind raced, trying to process her words. "Then help me," I said, desperation creeping into my voice. "Tell me what you know."

She studied me for a moment, her gaze unwavering. "You must understand, Jesper, that information comes at a price. And sometimes, the cost is more than you're willing to pay."

"I'll do whatever it takes," I replied, my resolve hardening. "I owe you for helping me, i need to know."

Miss Rose sighed, a sound that seemed to carry the weight of ages. "Owings me is really high price, think again before you agree. Once you step further into this darkness, there's no turning back."

Miss Rose's eyes bore into mine, her voice a smooth, dangerous whisper. "But first, Let us see what you have stored in here," she said, reaching out with her hand, her fingers extending toward my forehead.

I tried to brace myself, knowing something extraordinary—and likely terrifying—was about to happen. But nothing could have prepared me for what came next.

As her fingers hovered mere inches from my skin, her pupils suddenly dilated in shock. Her eyes unfocused, staring into some unseen distance. I watched as her expression twisted, her poised control fracturing.

In an instant, the room around us seemed to dissolve, replaced by a vision that overwhelmed her senses. She saw the very room we were in, but it was in ruins. The walls were battered and broken, as if a violent storm had passed through. Shattered furniture and debris were strewn everywhere, creating a scene of utter devastation.

The air was thick with the sound of heavy, labored breathing, echoing like the growl of a wild beast. Miss Rose's gaze was drawn to the far corner of the room, where the source of the sound lay hidden in the shadows.

Dark, sickly vines—thick as the roots of ancient trees—spread across the floor and walls, pulsating with a malevolent life of their own. They seemed to emerge from a living being, writhing and twisting as they claimed the space around them. The sight was both unnatural and deeply disturbing.

As her eyes adjusted to the gloom, Miss Rose saw the figure crouched in the corner. It was huffing, its breath coming in ragged gasps. Long, spindly limbs jutted out at unnatural angles, covered in coarse black hairs. The limbs moved with a jerky, spider-like motion, adding to the grotesque horror of the scene.

Then, from the shadows, the figure stirred. Its eyes opened, glowing a sickly green, casting an eerie light that cut through the darkness. As it moved, the vines seemed to pulse and grow, feeding off its energy. The creature's gaze locked onto Miss Rose, its eyes filled with a malign intelligence and an insatiable hunger.

As soon it did, Miss Rose snapped back, and the vision shatteted like a shards of glass. Sending us both back into the reality.