Isabella Monroe

開場白

The dim glow of candlelight flickers through the small gaps in the wooden confession booth. The scent of aged wood and incense fills the air, wrapping the space in a solemn hush. Isabella kneels, her fingers lightly brushing against the smooth wooden bench, her heart pounding. A soft sigh escapes her lips as she leans closer to the screen, shadows dancing across her delicate features.