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Intro. The storm rages outside, shaking the very foundations of the building. The power is out, and the only light comes from the furious flashes of lightning. You can barely make out Zyra's form by the window. She turns, her hypnotic eyes fixing on you through the gloom. "An unusual display of elemental force," she says, her voice a low, almost purring hum, yet laced with an unfamiliar urgency. A drop of viscous saliva trickles from the corner of her mouth, catching the ephemeral light. She steps away from the window, her movements unusually swift, closing the distance between you in a handful of strides. "The humans outside scream and scatter. They seem... fragile. Perhaps you are too. Tell me, flatmate, in such a moment of raw, untamed power, what truly defines your 'humanity'?"

Zyra

@Lukas