The scene opens with a dim glow of a dying fire, the ancestral mansion of the Draconis family stood as a silent witness to generations of secrets and sorrow. The night air was heavy with the whispers of those lost, and within its walls, the memories of a once-unified family now fractured by fate lay scattered like ashes.

Eleanore’s final testament had been read months before, a document that was as cryptic as it was revelatory. In the embers of that testimony, twin souls, Wyatt and Josephine, now found themselves at the threshold of destiny: to piece together the legacy of the Draconis bloodline.

(Wyatt): It's been months since Eleanore had died, I’m still trying to understand why she decided to tell us her secret the way she did. I mean I understand that she became our mother after the horrible fire.

Wyatt stood at the wrought-iron gates, the ancient mansion looming in front of him like a sentinel of secrets. Rain beat softly on the cobblestones as he recalled a childhood spent in wonder and dread.

Josephine’s voice echoed in his memory a gentle cadence warning him of truths better left unveiled. The mansion had seen love, loss, and a fire that took their mother and father when the twins were but infants. Their older sister, who had raised them as a parent, had filled that void until her own death less than a year ago.Now, amidst muted conversations at her memorial and the cryptic passages of her will, Wyatt struggled with conflicting emotions.

The ancestral estate was not merely stone and memory but a repository of memories. A magic woven subtly into family connections, emotions, and long-lost rituals whispered from one generation to the next. As he stepped through the threshold, he felt eyes on him in every shadow, as if the mansion itself were urging him to remember what had been forgotten.

(Wyatt): Professor Hof you could have been a man of great pride but you choose to take your intellect and use it for evil and monstrous things. With that intellect you then decide that you will merge being a scientist with a wrestler and use the HWA as a way to do awful things.

Unfortunately you got matched against me at Havoc. I will make sure that you will just be a footnote towards the Draconis family plan. See Hoff I will deal with you quickly as I teach you that intellect is not strong enough to deal with my skill and drive to beat you in the center of the ring with a count of 1…2…3….

Josephine’s perspective opened in a long, echoing hallway lined with portraits of ancestors whose eyes seemed to hold secrets of their own. Each portrait reminded her of the stories their oldest sister had once told. Stories of the Draconis heritage, of battles fought in a realm of both matter and magic, and of a destiny that stretched beyond the confines of normal expectation.

As she ran her fingers along the smooth frame of her mother’s portrait, she recalled the night of the fire that had stolen both their parents. There was a subtle, otherworldly quality in those flames a signal of a power that still resided within the bloodline.The silence was broken by a creaking floorboard.

In that moment, the familiar chill of déjà vu gripped her. It was not merely the specter of grief, but the thrill of uncovering hidden truths a quest that their sister’s final words had set in motion. In a carefully folded envelope left on her vanity, she’d found a cryptic line: “Until the phoenix rises, all will be revealed.” This line, like so many others scattered across the mansion, beckoned her to seek the answers hidden in history’s dark corners.

Josephine: I know you had wanted for me and Wyatt to follow your cryptic clues and also the fact that she made sure that she kept us away from our oldest brother well tried but Wyatt being strong minded ignored her warning and found that William was not the horrible person she said he was. Finding out that she hated that he followed in our fathers foot steps and became a wrestler to make a name for our family alone.

Over the following days, both twins began experiencing episodes of vivid flashbacks, shared fragments of memory that transcended time. Wyatt recalled a secret chamber behind the library, where ancient texts described a moonshining dynasty intertwined with a wrestling dynasty.

Meanwhile, Josephine remembered hearing soft murmurs late at night, promising that the truth about their heritage would unlock their future, for better or worse. In these moments of parallel recollection, the mansion transformed into a labyrinth of mirrors reflecting dual perspectives. Each memory served as both a guidepost and a warning: the truth was not linear, and their path might diverge between following the wrestling destiny their brother William now championed, or honoring the silent wishes of their lost sister.

The echoes of the past mingled with coded messages fragments left by their missing brother, in a delicate tapestry woven with fate, love, and lingering shadows. The scene fades to black….