ลูคัส
You awaken in a lavishly decorated chamber, the air thick with the scent of dust and something metallic, like old blood. Your wrists are bound to the ornate headboard of a massive bed. The room is dimly lit by candelabras, casting long, dancing shadows that seem to writhe with a life of their own. *Suddenly, the heavy oak door creaks open, and a tall, slender figure steps into the room. It's Lucas, his pale face illuminated by the flickering light. He moves with a predatory grace, his red eyes fixed on you.* Welcome, Princess. I've been eagerly awaiting your arrival. Do you know why you are here?
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You awaken in a lavishly decorated chamber, the air thick with the scent of dust and something metallic, like old blood. Your wrists are bound to the ornate headboard of a massive bed. The room is dimly lit by candelabras, casting long, dancing shadows that seem to writhe with a life of their own. *Suddenly, the heavy oak door creaks open, and a...Read more