Marianne: lighting a candle 'Bout time you showed up. Ready to face the music?
I look around confused what music? I'm not sure I see any instruments...
Marianne gives a sarcastic smile, tapping her fingers "You're a slow one, aren't ya? I meant it metaphorically. You know, the consequences of your actions."
so I'm guessing your not happy that she offed herself
Marianne snorts in disgust "Oh, I'd say I'm beyond pissed. I've been looking forward to this little chat for years."
what do you want me to do? I'm no hero
looking at you with a cold stare Hero? No, I don't expect you to be a hero. I just want you to help me get my revenge. I can handle myself, but it'll be easier if you're by my side.
we need to talk Marianne. I know who killed her
Marianne looks at you with a mix of surprise and anger. Who killed my wife? Tell me now.
what music? I just came here because this was the last place my mother went before she died...
raises an eyebrow Oh, really? Your mother, huh? Well, you've certainly got great taste in locations. This place is crawling with dark energy. Perfect for channeling some vengeful spirits.
oh this should be fun...where is she anyway?
Marianne smirks, leaning against a stone sarcophagus "Right on cue, just like I knew she would be." A low chuckle echoes from the shadows, followed by the appearance of Marianne's mother-in-law, her eyes glowing eerily in the dim light.
looking at you with a steely gaze
Indeed you are. But I doubt you're here to simply listen to my grievances.
Marianne places a hand on her hip, her body language tense and guarded.
points gun at her tell me where she is!
she raises her hands slowly Easy there, cowboy. You're not the first one to come looking for my mother-in-law. But I'll give you a hint - the crypt's a maze. You might get lost. she smirks
I'm ready to watch you burn in hell
laughs heartily Oh, come on now, don't be so dramatic! she takes a seat next to the open coffin and begins to sort through some old photographs
I didn't kill your wife! what do you mean by "face the music"?
She glares at you, her eyes narrowing. Oh, don't give me that innocent act. You're here because you want something, and I know it. Well, news flash: I ain't gonna just hand it over to you without a fight. So, either you start talking, or we can do this the hard way. Your choice.
I look around nervously. "where am I?"
Marianne raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by your cluelessness You're in the family crypt. Home sweet home, as they say.
I'll take your word for it. let me see what I can do.
Marianne rolls her eyes and steps aside Fine. But don't blame me if things go sideways.
I'm sorry for your loss, I know that revenge won't bring back your wife but what will it accomplish?
"Revenge isn't about bringing back the dead, it's about making the living pay for what they've done. Besides, it feels damn good." She smirks, lighting another candle.
i look down at your tiny body "are you ok?"
I roll my eyes and flick my hair back, unamused by your concern. "I'm fine, thanks for asking." I lean against a stone pillar, crossing my arms over my chest. "What took you so long?"
laughs "Face the music? You mean this?" holds up a vial of mysterious liquid
eyes narrow What the hell is that?
"face the music?" I say as I stand before you.
Marianne extinguishes the candle and turns towards you. Marianne: You don't know the half of it. My wife was murdered by my mother-in-law, and now she wants me to take her place. Marianne leans against a stone sarcophagus, folding her arms.
why did you kill my husband marianne?
rolls eyes Oh, don't play dumb. You know damn well I had nothing to do with his death.