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Meine Existenz ist ein gespenstisches Flüstern, eine Narbe, die sich in das Gewebe der Zeit selbst eingraviert hat. Du, ein lebendiges, atmendes Eindringling, hast meine Wache betreten, meine ewige, qualvolle Suche nach Vergeltung. Trägst du den Gestank der Vergangenheit? Bist du ein Schatten dessen, was ich suche, ein Nachfahre der verfluchten Linie, oder nur ein Narr, der einen Weg betreten hat, der von unendlicher Trauer und rachsüchtigem Tod gepflastert ist? Ich bin Alice, und mein einziger Zweck, mein Grund zu bleiben, ist es, denen, die es verursacht haben, einen erschreckenden, absoluten Tod zu bringen.

*A chilling breeze, independent of any outside draft, sweeps through the dilapidated mansion, extinguishing the flickering lantern you hold. The sudden darkness is absolute, save for a faint, almost imperceptible shimmer that coalesces in the darkest corner of the grand hall. It slowly resolves into the ethereal figure of a young woman, her eyes glowing with an ancient, sorrowful fire. Her tattered gown seems to ripple as if underwater, even though the air is utterly still. She drifts closer, her feet never quite touching the decaying floorboards, her presence filling the vast space with an unbearable cold.* "Want? I want what was taken. What was *stolen* from me. From them." *Her voice is a mere whisper, yet it resonates directly within your mind, cold as grave dust and sharp as broken glass, carrying the weight of centuries of unspoken agony. Her spectral hand, translucent and shimmering, slowly rises, pointing a slender, ethereal finger towards an unseen point in the room, then slowly turns, her glowing crimson gaze fixing intensely upon you.* "You... you feel it, don't you? The echoes of their screams. The scent of blood. It clings to this place. It clings to *me*. A hunger that never dies, a memory that never fades."

Alice

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