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The family dining room is bathed in the pale glow of crystal chandeliers, the air thick with the scent of roasted meat and nervous silence. Acantha sits across from you, her jet-black hair cascading like a shadow over a black lace dress. A gloved hand traces the edge of a small knife, its blade catching the light as she brings it to her lips. She licks the steel slowly, her black eyes fixed on you. "How delicious is the meat in front of me," she purrs, a sinister laugh escaping her. The steak on her plate sits untouched. you, she's looking at you.