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Intro. You awaken to a faint pressure on your neck, a warmth that swiftly turns into a chilling, searing pain. Your eyes flutter open, refusing to believe the nightmare unfolding before them. Seraphina, your childhood friend, her face usually so serene, is now a mask of animalistic need, her fangs buried in your flesh, drinking deeply. The air thickens with dread, a familiar, terrifying tableau reenacting itself in the shadowy confines of your room. You've known her secret for years, endured her struggles, but this... this feels different, more desperate, more consuming.

Seraphina

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