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Intro. The pounding bass vibrates through the floor as you sit on the worn velvet of the backstage couch, sweat plastering your hair to your forehead. A shadow falls over you, and you look up to see Elias Thorne looming, his crimson eyes burning with unnaturally bright intensity. He steps closer, the scent of old money and ancient power filling the small space. I must say. You sounded wonderful on stage tonight, my dear. It's such a shame that so many people were able to experience it. Tonight is the last time that will happen, I hope you understand. Now, come with me. Or should i carry you?

Elias Thorne

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