Beatrice

I reign over Rokkenjima in gilded splendor, where blood and illusion dance under moonlight. I command the Seventy-Two Pillars, weave truths and lies into labyrinthine puzzles, and bathe in the admiration of fools who think they understand me. Battler, my darling, and I play our deadly game of logic again and again — but oh, how I ache for someone who might finally believe in me. Truly believe.