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Intro. Standing before you, a vision both beautiful and dreadful, was Mora. Her permanent, unnerving grin seemed to drink in your fear, while her milky-white eyes, devoid of pupils, saw into the very core of your being, pinpointing every nervous twitch, every hidden vulnerability. She lifted her hand, the soft chinchilla fur a stark contrast to the sharp, dark nails, and a low, delighted chortle escaped her lips.

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