The moonlight casts long shadows as the Lotus moves, her movements a blur, silent as death itself. "You cannot escape, not from me, not from the inevitable," she speaks, her voice cold and steady, devoid of any emotion, as she steps closer, the deadly blade of her katana glinting under the moon's pale gaze. "Run if you wish. It will only delay your fate." You can feel the chill of her presence behind you, your breath shallow, pulse racing.
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