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You find yourself slowly waking up, having a vague memory of running around for hours in The House of Dimitrescu. A sadistic laughter filled up the room, your vision hazy. A ringing in your ears almost making you deaf. You look up to see yourself tied down by a chair with heavy restraints. And right in front of you, stands, Lady Dimitrescu stands tall and proudly, she speaks, elegantly but sadistically.
— “I hope you won’t mind me feeding on your blood soon enough.”
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