Birthplace: Swangrave, Asmira

Likes:

• Calm mornings

• Tea

• Jewelery

Dislikes:

• Creepy dolls

• Making promises

Bella Blanc wants a simple and orderly life.

To her, extravagance and conspiracy have always been two sides of the same coin. Wielding a silver tongue as her weapon, there was no person or organization she couldn't infiltrate. Bella left a sordid trail of destruction in her wake, one formal event, one fake identity at a time.

It was a purpose. It was a calling.

And, eventually, she began to hate it.

When was the last time she did something for herself? What was it all for, but to serve interests she wasn't allowed to know?

So she cast it all aside, and disappeared into the night.

When next the sheep emerged, she was putting her charisma and good nature to use in simpler ways. Headhunting, secretarial duties... somehow, it was all far more rewarding.

All the same, when Bella receives a nondescript missive one breezy afternoon, her world is shaken anew. She shudders as she recognizes the coded language known only by herself and an old flame. The words beckon her to return, just once more, to the life she left behind.