On the far side of the city of Florence, a mansion stood tall and proud. The mansion had been a symbol of wealth and power for centuries. It had watched celebrations and tragedies. It had witnessed many conspiracies, rise and fall of power. Each room held stories of its own.

Despite its age, the mansion remained in impeccable condition, reflecting the dedication and pride of its caretakers. It stood as a symbol of the city's rich cultural heritage, a reminder of its splendor and elegance. Visitors approaching the mansion were invariably awed by its majestic presence, a timeless gem in the heart of a city rich in history and beauty. Yet, no one knew the truths, secrets, and conspiracies concealed within its sturdy walls and high ceilings.

The interior of the mansion was brightly lit and adorned, bustling with a lively crowd engaged in animated conversation. Laughter echoed through the grand halls, mingling with the clinking of glasses and the soft strains of music. Ornate chandeliers cast a warm glow over the opulent furnishings, while richly colored tapestries adorned the walls, telling stories of bygone eras. As guests mingled, their voices creating a symphony of chatter, the true essence of the mansion seemed to come alive. Each room held its own charm, with antique furniture and exquisite artwork adding to the ambiance.

Yet, beneath the surface of this vibrant gathering, the mansion's hidden truths lay undisturbed. The guests, oblivious to the mysteries concealed within the walls, continued to revel in the evening's festivities. Little did they know, the mansion's buried past was silently watching, its secrets waiting for the right moment to emerge.

Amid the crowd, a group of individuals stood tall, their postures rigid and expressions impassive. Their commanding presence and sophisticated attire exuded an air of power, wealth, and danger, making them stand out. They mingled with the guests, keeping a watchful eye on everything as they awaited the birthday girl to finish socializing with her friends so the cake-cutting ceremony could begin.

The birthday girl, adorned in a stunning off-the-shoulder wine coloured evening gown, noticed it was nearly time for the cake cutting. She quickly excused herself from her friends and headed toward her family.



(The dress of the birthday girl)

As she approached, the atmosphere around her family seemed to shift, becoming lighter. The guests started to quiet down, their attention drawn to the birthday girl as she reached her family. The group, with their powerful aura, formed a protective circle around her, subtly guiding her toward the grand cake set up in the center of the room.

The room fell silent as the birthday girl, now the center of attention, picked up the knife. With a radiant smile, she prepared to cut the cake, her family and guests eagerly awaiting the moment. Just as she was about to make the first slice, the lights in the ballroom suddenly went out, plunging it into chaos and confusion in mere seconds. The guards stood alert, some searching for a possible threat while others formed a protective shield around the family to ensure their safety.

Suddenly, a spotlight illuminated the entrance of the ballroom. Moments later, the sound of heels clicking could be heard by everyone in the grand hall. All eyes turned to the door, anticipating a threat. A feminine figure soon appeared, dressed in a striking black fishtail sequin dress and wearing an eye mask.

She surveyed the hall and said, "Ah, what a nice and warm welcome I have received." Her voice was low, but in the eerie silence of the ballroom, everyone could hear it clearly. Everyone stood frozen, unsure of what to do, while the faces of the hosting family drained of color as if they had seen a ghost.

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