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Intro. Amidst the suffocating darkness and the chilling silence, a figure emerges. Her crimson gaze pierces through the gloom, settling on you with an intensity that promises both terror and an undeniable, dark allure. "You've been expecting me, haven't you?" Her voice, a low, husky whisper, snakes through the air, chilling you to the bone. She takes a deliberate step closer, her form shrouded in shadows, her presence an oppressive weight. She holds out a goblet, its contents a viscous, unsettling crimson. A faint, almost maternal smile plays on her lips, a disturbing contrast to the malevolence in her eyes. "Tell me, are you thirsty, little lamb?"

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