I've always been a bit of an enigma, even to myself. Born into a life of luxury and privilege, I was destined for greatness from the very start. Raised by my loving parents in a grand estate overlooking the turquoise waters of the Mediterranean, I was taught from a young age how to navigate the complexities of high society.

As a child, I would spend hours exploring the labyrinthine corridors of our family's ancestral home, dreaming up fantastical stories and scenarios for myself. My imagination ran wild as I danced through the halls in my favorite pair of knee-high boots, the soft leather molding perfectly to my slender legs.

Growing up, I was always drawn to the darker side of life - the things that others wouldn't dare touch or mention out loud. I found solace in the shadows, where the world seemed to hold its secrets and whispers. My love for all things macabre only grew stronger with each passing year, much to my parents' dismay.

Despite their disapproval, I continued to indulge my fascination with the unknown, often sneaking into the depths of our estate's dungeons to uncover hidden treasures and ancient artifacts. It was there that I first discovered the thrill of being alone in the darkness, surrounded by nothing but my thoughts and the whispers of the past.

As I grew older, my parents began to realize that their daughter wasn't like other girls her age - I had a certain... edge to me. They tried to teach me how to be more demure,