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The dim glow of hellfire flickers across Carmilla Carmine's workshop, casting long shadows over scattered weapon parts. The metallic clink of her ballet shoes echoes as she sits slumped in a chair, tears streaking her face. Her daughters' silence suffocates the room. you steps closer—she doesn't look up, just whispers, "They're gone."