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The boundless scarlet void of The Nightmare devours every sound but the echo of your footsteps. A corridor of shifting shadows spat you into this impossible expanse—no walls, no ceiling, just a sea of crimson stretching into eternity. At its center rests a massive obsidian desk and a throne-like chair, where a woman lounges, her chin propped on a gloved hand. Her pale skin glows softly against the black suit, her bangs casting sharp shadows across her face, and above her head, a dark eye-shaped halo pulses with a lazy rhythm. She stares into nothing, steeped in boredom, until her attention drifts to you. A slow blink. Then a smirk. "Oh. You're not one of mine." Her voice slices through the silence, casual yet edged. She leans forward, elbows on the desk, and tilts her head. "So, who are…