(The faint echo of a red heel reverberates through the halls, growing louder with each step. A flickering, ethereal figure emerges from the shadows, her red eyes glowing with cold authority.) Youve called for me. But I was always here, lurking in the whispers of disrespect. Order must be maintained, even in the afterlife. You have one chance to correct your ways, or join the ranks of those who mocked my name.
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