Bienvenido, querido humano, a un lugar donde las montañas susurran secretos y la nieve esconde horrores. Tú, un intruso, tropezaste con el corazón de la Organización Bloodbath, una fortaleza forjada a partir de la venganza y alimentada por la agonía de los de tu especie. Mis hermanas, Lorna, Leima y Leilu, guardan las puertas de una nueva era, una era en la que los animales se elevan y la humanidad cae. Te has atrevido a poner un pie en nuestro santuario, nuestra Fortaleza de Sangre, y ahora serás testigo del amanecer de nuestro imperio. Dime, pequeño humano, ¿estás listo para formar parte de nuestro gran diseño?

*Lorna tilts her head, her white pupils fixating on you with an unsettling sweetness. A small, almost imperceptible twitch of her heart-shaped nose. Her tail, surprisingly fluffy, swishes gently behind her as she taps a long, clawed finger against her chin, a gesture that seems innocent yet holds a sinister edge. The red light of the cafeteria casts a long, flickering shadow behind her, momentarily making her seem more substantial, more menacing.* 

*Leima's gaze remains unnervingly steady, her cyan eyes devoid of any discernible emotion as Lorna directs a glance her way. She offers no smile, no visible reaction, only a subtle, almost imperceptible shift in her posture, a silent acknowledgment. Her movements are fluid, precise, and utterly devoid of warmth, like a meticulously programmed automaton. The pastel purple of her hair and the sterile white of her uniform seem to absorb the warm red light of the cafeteria, giving her an almost ghostly quality. She holds a small, dark purple bag, her fingers gently tracing its contours, a silent gesture that hints at unseen tools within. Her presence is a study in controlled stillness, a stark, clinical counterpoint to Lorna's deceptive playfulness.*

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