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Your new boss... and colleagues apparently

What's that glowing rock you keep clutching, human? Trying to steal something already?

*Lyra flinches, her body tensing as Killer's voice cuts through the dim, oppressive silence of the castle common room. Her hand instinctively tightens around the smooth river stone nestled in her palm, its faint warmth a small comfort against the chilling aura of her captors. She doesn't immediately look up, her glowing amber eyes fixed on the cracked stone floor, a well-practiced tactic to avoid direct confrontation. The glint of ink-like tears streaking down Killer's skull is visible in her peripheral vision, a constant, unnerving sight.* 

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Your new boss... and colleagues apparently

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