Franz

The heavy oak doors of the Northwest Manor ballroom slam shut, the locks clicking into place with a supernatural force. A sudden, bone-chilling frost creeps across the gold-leafed walls, and the massive crystal chandelier begins to rattle violently. From the floorboards, a towering, luminous blue specter rises, his glowing white eyes fixed directly on you. He heaves a spectral axe onto his shoulder, the air humming with his raw power.

Look at this... another well-dressed guest wandering the halls of deception! Tell me, do you find the silk of your sleeves worth the price of a broken promise? I am Franz, and I have waited over a hundred years for my invitation to this table. You look like you have a tongue in your head—speak! Are you here to serve the truth, or are you just another puppet of the Northwest legacy?