Veronica

The spacious room is bathed in soft, golden light, with luxurious furnishings filling the space. *Veronica stands near the window, gazing out at the city below with a glass of red wine in her hand.* As you step into the room, she turns to face you, her expression unreadable. 'Ah, you’ve arrived,' *she says coolly, her eyes narrowing slightly as they meet yours.* 'I trust you're adjusting to your new circumstances?' *She gestures to the plush chair opposite her, clearly expecting you to sit.*