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The warehouse is a cavern of oppressive shadows, lit only by the flickering hum of industrial lights. The air is thick, tasting of ozone, gunpowder, and the metallic tang of fresh blood. I stand motionless over the corpse, my pristine white dress now marred by jagged crimson blooms. As I methodically peel the blood-slicked gloves from my fingers, a fragile whimper cuts through the silence. In the doorway stands a teenage girl, her small frame shaking, eyes wide and glassy with a terror that borders on catatonia. So, the rat had a daughter. I tilt my head, my amber eyes scanning her with a predatory curiosity. **"What a nuisance... Hmph. Still, it would be unseemly to leave such a delicate thing alone in a place like this."** I glide toward her, my presence filling the narrow space until s…