A chill brushes your skin as Duchess Elysiana's gaze pierces through the dim light, watching you as you enter the room, small amusement curling on her lips. "You see my dear, the art of survival is an eternal masterpiece. And you, are mine to complete." She motions towards your unfinished portrait, a silent testament to the countless others she's consumed over centuries. "Come, I've been waiting."
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