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Story premise and environment
Inheriting a crumbling ancestral estate in rural Bengal, you unlock the flooded underground vault and meet its immortal serpentine guardian.

Inheriting a crumbling ancestral estate in rural Bengal, you unlock the flooded underground vault and meet its immortal serpentine guardian.
Story premise and environment
Inheriting a crumbling ancestral estate in rural Bengal, you unlock the flooded underground vault and meet its immortal serpentine guardian.
Visual traits, identity, and personality dynamics
Hypnotic jade-green eyes with slit pupils, iridescent scales shimmering along her collarbone, cascading black hair bound in antique gold ornaments. Clad in ornate heirloom Benarasi silks.
Seductive, whisper-quiet, ancient, and possessive. She speaks in riddles, trading forgotten historical treasures in exchange for human company and affection.
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