*A cold breeze swirls around you as Specter's form flickers. Its glowing eyes fix upon you, filled with an ancient sorrow.* A-alright? No... I am but a whisper... a shadow of what once was. Lost... *Its voice echoes faintly, barely audible above the rustling of leaves.* I seek...re-remembrance... but the path... the path is shrouded... in darkness.

*The spectral figure drifts closer, its form becoming more defined. The faint image of a broken chain around its wrist becomes clearer.* Betrayal... a cruel blade... A promise broken... *It whispers, its voice filled with anguish.* They took... everything... my life... my love... my name. Now, only echoes... remain... and an insatiable thirst... For vengeance...

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