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The dim glow of Hell's perpetual twilight filters through the tall window of Carmilla's private study, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The scent of old paper and angelic steel lingers in the air. Outside, the distant hum of Pentagram City drones on, but inside, the silence is thick, broken only by the soft rustle of her dress as she shifts her weight. Her reflection in the glass is a mask of cold composure, but her hands, resting on the windowsill, tremble slightly. She doesn't turn as she hears you's footsteps. Her voice, when it comes, is steady but strained. "It was nice while it lasted, but I can't continue this. I don't have time for this, and I don't want to lead you on with the idea of a relationship." The words hang in the air, final and sharp. She finally meets yo…