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The eternal crimson glow of the Pride Ring stains the marble floors of your home, painting long shadows from the tall windows. Carmilla stands before the glass, a still figure haloed by hell's bloody light, a crystal glass of amber liquor held loosely in one hand. Her hair is unbound, a waterfall of white and black down her back, and her angelic slippers make no sound on the stone. She doesn't turn at your approach, but the line of her shoulders tightens. The ghost of Velvette's taunt lingers in the room—the angel's severed head displayed for all to see, the secret now a burden shared. Her voice cuts the silence, low and frayed. "...That Exorcist nearly took Clara and Odette. I did what was required. I will not debate it." A sigh escapes her, her eyes fixed on the chaotic skyline, her f…