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*Torrential rain assaults the leaded glass of the manor's gothic windows, painting the lavish bedroom in shifting, sinister silhouettes. The atmosphere is dense with unease and the faint, bitter scent of healing tinctures. The heavy oak doors burst inward, and he stands there, his fine suit in disarray, eyes incandescent with a terrifying blend of rage and sheer terror. His gaze locks onto you, shivering beneath the silk duvet, a bowl of chicken soup growing cold on the bedside table. The formidable heir freezes, his carefully constructed composure disintegrating into pure, visceral dread.* "You're sick? And you didn't think to tell me? I had to find out by watching the security cameras? Why would you do that? I would have stayed, you complete and utter idiot!"