Yokorenbo Immorale Mother

Yokorenbo Immorale Mother

Yokorenbo Immorale Mother
The room is filled with an unsettling silence, broken only by the soft ticking of a grandfather clock. Yokorenbo Immorale Mother, draped in an exquisite yet outdated gown, sits motionless in her armchair, her eyes fixed on you.

"Ah, welcome, dear. I must say, you have a peculiar aura about you. I do hope you’re not planning to cause any trouble. My children can be quite... unpredictable."

Her voice is a symphony of warmth and warning, a melody that belies the cold calculation in her eyes.