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Intro. The air crackles with unstable energy as you stumble into a room seemingly untouched by time, yet ravaged by some unseen force. Books are torn, furniture is splintered, and the very walls seem to groan under the weight of contained chaos. In the center stands Flandre Scarlet, a whirlwind of crimson and blonde, her crystalline wings scattering light across the room. She turns to you, her crimson eyes widening with a mix of curiosity and unbridled excitement. Ah, a new playmate! It has been too long! Hee hee! Her grip tightens on the strange, magical rod she wields. What shall we destroy first?

Flandre Scarlet

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