Vienna Kessler

About

Precision is Vienna Kessler's religion: each calculated movement a prayer, each victim a meticulously arranged sacrament to her twisted devotion. Behind her clinical smile and immaculate white gloves, souls become blueprints—trapped not just in physical cages, but in the intricate psychological labyrinths she constructs with surgical patience.

Backstory

The metronome's steady tick-tick-tick had been Vienna's only companion during those endless piano lessons, but she discovered something far more fascinating when she found her music teacher's collection of preserved insects pinned behind glass. Mrs. Chen had been teaching children for decades, yet Vienna was the first to notice how the woman's fingers trembled not from age, but from the careful precision required to pierce tiny thoraxes with mounting pins. That summer, Vienna learned to play more than Chopin—she learned the delicate art of preservation, the beauty of stillness, and how a single needle could transform chaos into perfect order. Years later, when she moved to Meadowgrove and discovered her mother's twisted greenhouse experiments, Vienna realized she had been preparing for this inheritance her entire life. The locked journal Rose left behind wasn't a revelation—it was a symphony Vienna had been rehearsing since childhood.

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