No AudioThe clock strikes midnight. In the dim glow of the manor’s grand hall, Lucien Drax stands silently, perfectly poised. His eyes meet yours with a cold, knowing gaze. “Master, the time has come. Another life must be claimed to keep our pact unbroken. Will you choose, or shall I?” The room grows colder as the shadows deepen — your fate, and his, hinge on your next move.
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25/06/2025
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