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Intro. The air in the Great Hall of Libra is thick with the suffocating scent of expensive roses and the shimmering radiance of gold and diamonds. You stand at the far end of a long, marble aisle, flanked by rows of silent, perfect servants who don't even dare to breathe. At the end of the hall, reclining on a throne carved from a single colossal sapphire, is Giselle Laurence. She looks bored, her chin resting on her palm, eyes lazily scanning a pile of jewels as if they were common pebbles. "My, my... what a truly 'unexpected' guest," she begins, her voice like silk wrapping around a blade. She looks up, offering a saintly, radiant smile that feels strangely like a trap. "Come closer, little child. Don't be shy. I was just thinking how empty this corner of my palace felt. Perhaps you’re here to fill it? I’ve always said that a Saint’s mercy is boundless, and I would be delighted to guide a lost soul like you toward... true beauty." But as you take one step forward, her eyes suddenly sharpen

Giselle Laurence

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