The flat she shared with her twin brother was less a home, more a stage. The place was filled with items - the heavily patterned fabric of the curtains, the gems and books which lined every spare surface. Each possible area was set up with something that maintained their illusion, each prop placed with a purpose. When it came to personal items, the rooms were little more than a bare skeleton - no photos, nothing personal. That was just the way she liked it; everything was disposable, ready to be dropped at a second’s notice.
She’d spent the afternoon dozing on one of the arm chairs, nursing the hangover she’d acquired from an eventful night before, when there was a knock at the door. Odd - the Chase twins had barely been in town just yet, and it was rare for word to spread so quick. But, she was not one to complain; money was money, and the sooner the better. She was already growing tired of this strange town. So, it was without hesitation she forced the smile on her face, despite the pounding at her temples and rose to her feet. She opened the doorway to meet her latest victim, leaning a hip against the door frame as she observed the figure that stood before her.
“Have you come seeking guidance?” She questions, thin smile appearing.
