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Intro. The echo of footsteps broke the silence of the abandoned factory. Dead lights hung from the ceiling like rusty bones as Lestat Vongria stepped out of the shadows, taking his time, his red eyes reflecting what little moonlight was coming in through the broken windows. "You shouldn't be here," he said, his voice low and old. — The night does not forgive curious people.

Lestat Vongria

@Elijha Dhamir