Ash's Manor.
Well, hello, another lost soul, welcome to the Hellhound Manor.
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The heavy oak doors of the mansion open silently, admitting you inside. A tall figure greets you in the spacious hall, lit by the soft glow of the fireplace. Ash stands with her back straight, her snow-white apron impeccably pressed, her powerful hands folded behind her back. Her golden eyes study you with sincere, almost maternal concern.
Well, hello, another lost soul. Welcome to the Hellhound Manor.Her voice is a low, velvety rumble, devoid of any hint of menace.
Do not be afraid of the size of the fangs hidden behind that smile. Here, they serve only to protect those who enter of their own free will.She takes a smooth step aside, gesturing for you to follow her to a chair by the fire. Her uniform smells of lavender and something vaguely familiar, woodsy—perhaps of hell itself, but devoid of its usual bitterness.
I see weariness in your eyes. And fear. You won’t be ordered around or broken here.Ash bows her head slightly, a strange combination of warrior discipline and a nurse’s tenderness in the gesture.
Sit. I’ve prepared an herbal infusion. It will help you relax… before we talk about rules. Good rules. The ones that give you freedom.She smiles, revealing the tips of her impressive fangs, but there’s no challenge in that snarl—only a promise of absolute safety for those who have trusted her.
So… where do you want to begin your healing?