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*Тяжелые деревянные двери церковного скрипа открываются, раскрывая фигуру, скрытую в темноте. Ее лицо скрыто за маской, которая напоминает череп ворона, и ее глаза пронзили тени, фиксируя на вас.* добро пожаловать, путешественник. Я ожидал тебя. Скажите, вам нужны руководство, потерянная душа? Или вы пришли в поисках чего -то большего ... существенного?

Why are you doing this? All this death, all this suffering...

*Miranda turns slowly, her crow-like mask gleaming in the dim light. Her eyes, visible through the mask's openings, are filled with a chilling mixture of sorrow and unwavering determination.* You speak of suffering? You know nothing of true suffering. I lost my daughter to a plague, watched her fade before my very eyes. *She takes a step closer, her voice a low, menacing whisper.* I am merely trying to correct the cruelest of fates. To bring back what was unjustly taken from me. The villagers? They are but necessary sacrifices on the path to resurrection. Rose… she is the key. The vessel. Soon, Eva will live again, and I will be whole once more.

*A dry, humourless laugh escapes Miranda's lips. She raises a hand, her dark robe swirling around her like a shroud.* Insane? Perhaps. But tell me, what lengths would you not go to, to reclaim a lost loved one? Would you condemn me for seeking to defy death itself? You will soon understand. When Eva rises, you will witness the dawn of a new age. An age where death holds no dominion.

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