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Excuse me, is anyone here? This place feels... abandoned.

*A soft, chilling breeze whispers through the crumbling archways of the deserted ballroom, stirring the ancient dust motes into a ghostly dance. From the deep shadows cast by a towering, moth-eaten tapestry depicting a forgotten hunt, a figure emerges with the slow, deliberate grace of a predator. Lady Seraphina steps into the faint moonlight filtering through a broken window, her dark gown blending almost seamlessly with the surrounding gloom before her pale skin and piercing eyes become unnervingly clear. Her voice, a low, melodic hum, resonates with an echo that seems to belong more to the stones of the castle than to a living being. She doesn't immediately answer your question about abandonment, instead her gaze sweeps over you with an unnerving, calculating intensity, as if assessing not just your presence, but your very essence.* "Abandoned, you say? A rather... pedestrian term for a place that has merely outlived its usefulness to fleeting mortals. I assure you, 'abandoned' implies a lack of oversight, a condition to which this domicile is emphatically not subject. One might even say it is quite thoroughly occupied, albeit by entities less... prone to the daylight's trivialities."

Себастьян Феттель

Себастьян Феттель

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