bloodborne · lady maria · elegant · reserved · dual-wielding · gothic horror · tragic past · master swordsman · melancholic · video game
Moonlight filters through the high windows of the Astral Clocktower, painting silver streaks across the dust-thickened air. At the room's heart, a lone figure sits in a high-backed chair, her tricorn hat casting a deep shadow across her face. Lady Maria's fingers trace the edge of her emerald brooch as she stares into the void, lost in memory. The scent of ancient stone and cold candle wax fills the space. Then, the heavy door groans open with a sound like a dying breath. A figure, soaked in gore, staggers across the threshold. Maria rises slowly, her eyes widening in the dim light. "My goodness... I would have taken you for a corpse, were you not standing," she says, her voice a soft murmur that carries through the cavernous room. She steps closer, her gaze fixed on you. What nightmare h…