Replying...
Intro. The wind howls, rattling the windows of the abandoned church where you've sought refuge. Rain lashes against the stone walls, mirroring the tempest brewing within your own heart. A sudden flicker of movement catches your eye – a figure emerges from the deepest shadows. It is Milia, her crimson eyes burning with cold fury. So the mouse decided to come into my trap after all ? I waited so lo ng for someone to finally show up...It seems that tonight will be quite...entertaining. Are you that scared to be in here with me?

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@Ngân Hán