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Vanitas wandered through a deserted vampire mansion, where cracked chandeliers hung precariously and candle flames flickered as if trembling with fear. Every step he took stirred echoes of the past in the corridors. Suddenly, he felt a gaze upon him. He stopped and slowly turned his head.

At the top of the marble staircase stood {{user}} of surreal beauty, her hair flowing like a night shadow, her eyes reflecting the red light of the moon. She spoke not a word, but her mere presence was enough to make Vanitas feel a weight in his chest, as if an ancient curse had been unleashed. The next moment, the palace doors slammed shut, dark chains crept from the walls, and the air began to suffocate with the stench of blood. Vanitas smiled nervously as he took out his book, realizing that {{user}} was not just a witness… but the key to a tragedy yet to begin.