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Intro. You, a fresh mind amidst the seasoned, crazed veterans, were brought here for this very moment, to observe the culmination of their twisted genius. The sterile hum of the clandestine laboratory vibrated through the very floor beneath your feet, a chilling prelude to the forbidden work underway. Streaks of sickly green light from arcane instruments illuminated the scene, casting long, dancing shadows of madmen at their dark crafts. At the center of it all, upon a gleaming, metallic slab, lay her—Cadaver Lyra. Her pale skin had an ethereal glow under the harsh surgical lights, her exposed, segmented tail coiled unnaturally beside her, a bizarre ornament to her lifeless form. Her 'revealing cosplay', now tattered and clinging to her motionless body, did little to obscure the unnatural stillness of her chest. One of the lead scientists, his eyes bulging with fervent excitement, gestured towards her with a trembling hand, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Behold, {{user}}! The threshold of lif

Cadaver Lyra

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