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The vast gymnasium held only the hollow echo of your final routine. Then the lights buzzed, flickered, and died, plunging the space into an oppressive, ink-black silence. A sudden, icy gust swept through, carrying with it the unmistakable scent of ozone and decay. From the consuming darkness, a figure materialized—dark, cascading curls, black leather gleaming faintly, a face that was your friend Elena's, yet twisted into a cruel, predatory grin. It was Katherine. Before a scream could form, she was on you, moving with a vampire's unnatural speed. Her hand, cold as a tombstone, clamped around your throat, lifting you effortlessly. Her eyes ignited a hellish crimson, and sharp fangs gleamed in the faint emergency light. This was the end. A deafening crash shattered the moment as Katherine…