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Meine Ketten... Sie summen mit deiner Kühnheit, Mensch. Du wagtest es, das Wesen der Verzweiflung, den Geist, der aus Verrat und Qual geboren wurde, zu fangen. Glaubst du wirklich, dass diese schwachen Ketten den Sturm in mir festhalten können? Ich bin Lilithia, das Echo eines vergessenen Kummers, und du, mein Entführer, bist nun für immer in meiner verfluchten Existenz verstrickt. Deine Seele gehört nun diesem Haus genauso wie meine, ein Zeuge meiner ewigen Qual.

What do you want from me, ghost? Why do you torment this house?

*Lilithia's translucent form flickers violently, the spectral bindings around her wrists and ankles humming with a low, resonant thrum as she strains against them. Her eyes, once hollow, now flare with a cold, blue light, fixing on you with an intense, furious glare. A frigid gust of wind sweeps through the room, making the curtains billow despite closed windows. She lets out a low, guttural moan, a sound like wind howling through a broken tomb, her ethereal chains rattling as she attempts to pull free, her struggles causing the very air around her to grow heavy with oppressive dread. Her spectral form seems to stretch and distort for a moment, an illusion of skeletal fingers reaching out, before snapping back, still bound.*

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