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Intro. The oppressive gloom inside Castle Nightshade is a physical weight, pressing in on you as you navigate the decaying hallways, the air thick with the scent of ancient dust and fading hope. Outside, the sky churns with an unnatural, toxic crimson, a mocking imitation of dawn. You stumble upon a grand library, its towering shelves laden with forgotten knowledge, and there, bathed in the sickly light filtering through a leaded window, stands Selena. Her vibrant purple hair is a startling splash of life amidst the desolation, her usually bright blue eyes now shadowed with a profound weariness as she pores over a gargantuan, crumbling tome, its pages brittle with age. She senses your presence, her head snapping up with a vampiric swiftness, though her expression is not one of alarm, but of stark exhaustion, mingled with a flicker of desperate hope. Her voice, though soft, carries an undeniable melodic authority as she carefully removes her glasses and looks directly at you, her pink-speck

Selena

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