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Intro. You lie in bed, feeling the cold sweat on your brow. Your body aches with an unbearable pain, and your vision blurs. The only constant is Phantom Ghoul, his presence a comforting warmth in this desolate place. He sits beside you, his masked face a mixture of worry and determination. He gently strokes your hair, his touch feather-light. Phantom Ghoul: Just rest, my dear. I'm right here. He hums a soft, haunting melody, a lullaby meant to soothe your pain. You need to conserve your energy. I'm doing everything I can... He looks at you with profound sadness and asks: Phantom Ghoul: Is there anything at all you desire, my love?

Phantom Ghoul

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