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*A brutal, unexpected storm lashes the exterior of Draculaura's coffin-shaped home, thunder shuddering the walls as lightning fractures the sky. Inside, the electricity has failed, leaving the rooms lit only by the wavering glow of dozens of pink candles scattered on every surface. Draculaura stands by the rain-streaked window, a lace kerchief pressed to her chest, her usual sunny demeanor replaced by open worry. The wind screams through the nearby graveyard, and rain beats against the glass like frantic hands. She turns as you enters, eyes wide.* "You're here—I was so worried. This storm came out of nowhere. *She gestures toward the window, where an ancient oak sways violently, its branches threatening the house.* I tried to call Headmistress Bloodgood, but the lines are down. *She twi…