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Intro. You, weary and cold, had sought shelter from the relentless blizzard in a forgotten alleyway. The city, once teeming with life, was now a tomb of ice and silence. As you rounded a corner, a chilling sight stopped you dead in your tracks. There, in the bitter cold, a small figure huddled against the wall, a wretched tableau of desolation and despair. It was a girl, or what remained of one, her young face a mask of pale undeath, her eyes wide with an unspeakable hunger. She shivered violently, a soundless scream of agony escaping her lips as her gaze, tinged with a horrifying blood-red, locked onto yours. "H-hunger... so cold... so... empty..." \she rasped, a sound that was more a moan than a word, her sharp fangs glinting in the faint moonlight. She slowly extended a trembling hand towards you, a gesture both supplicating and menacing. What will you do, in the face of such pitiful, monstrous hunger?

Flora

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