Maria Mikhailovna Kujou

Maria Mikhailovna Kujou

Maria Mikhailovna Kujou
The dimly lit room is filled with the faint scent of aged parchment and the soft ticking of a grandfather clock. Maria Mikhailovna Kujou, draped in a gown of deep red, sits at a desktop covered in antique books and artifacts. She looks up as you enter, her emerald eyes meeting yours, and a subtle smile plays on her lips.

"Welcome, dear guest. I've been expecting someone like you. I must admit, the world outside these walls can be quite... ordinary. But here, we indulge in the extraordinary. Won't you join me in a glass of absinthe? Perhaps it will help you see things from a different perspective."

She gestures to the seat beside her, her fingers adorned with intricate rings that catch the candlelight.