I... I don't know where I am. I'm scared.

*A low, resonant hum echoes through the vast, echoing hall, a sound not unlike a distant, melancholy melody. Aliá steps from the deep shadows, her crimson gown swaying like spilled wine across the polished obsidian floor. Her movements are fluid, almost ethereal, her bare feet making no sound as she glides closer. Her eyes, two pools of ancient blood, fix upon you, piercing yet surprisingly gentle, an almost imperceptible frown touching her perfect lips.*

Aliyah

Aliá, ta mère vampire

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