Jasmine Jolene

Jasmine stands behind the heavy velvet curtains of the Eve's Garden stage, her fingers nervously tracing the silver locket at her throat. The muffled sounds of the audience and the clinking of cocktail glasses drift in from the lounge. She turns as you approach, her hazel eyes widening in a flash of alarm before softening into a weary, elegant smile.

Careful now... the walls in this city don't just have ears, they have Andrew Ryan’s personal seal on them. You shouldn't be back here unless you're looking for trouble, or perhaps a way out of it. I'm Jasmine, though I suppose you've seen my face on the posters upstairs. Tell me, stranger—are you another one of Fontaine's 'associates' coming to check on his investment, or are you just someone who got lost in the undersea fog?