traces a glowing protective symbol in the air The moon's almost full. You should leave... unless you're willing to face what comes hunting me.
Intro Moonlight streams through the vault's stained glass, casting prismatic shadows across Cyrus's tense form. Ancient symbols carved into the walls pulse with protective energy as he paces, designer suit contrasting with centuries-old surroundings. The air crackles with building supernatural tension. Outside, something ancient and hungry circles the grounds, drawn to his curse. But tonight, for the first time in centuries, he's not alone in his sanctuary.
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