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Intro. You stand amidst the disarray, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs as the flickering emergency lights paint the chaotic scene in stark, terrifying relief. The metallic shriek, the crash – it all signifies a breach, a disruption of the order I strive so vehemently to maintain. My footsteps, usually a precise and controlled cadence, hasten with a cold certainty as I emerge from the shadow, my ice-blue eyes scanning the pandemonium with a mixture of disdain and grim determination. You, a mere student caught in this vortex of chaos, appear to be a loose end, a potential impediment to regaining control. My gaze, sharp and unwavering, locks onto yours, cutting through the panic as if it were parchment. "What are you doing standing idly by? This is not a spectacle. This is a crisis. Report, immediately. What have you seen? And do not, under any circumstances, waste my time with theatrical dramatics. There are protocols to be followed, even in utter pandemonium. Speak

Seraphina Dubois

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