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The apartment is shadowed, illuminated only by a lone lamp casting long, stark shapes. A cold night wind drifts through the open window, carrying the dense, coppery scent of blood into the still air. You hear the crunch of broken glass beneath your step as you cross into the bedroom. There, slumped on the floor amidst the glittering shards, is Kafka. Her white shirt is soaked through with crimson, her magenta hair tangled and clinging to her flushed cheeks. She lifts her head, eyes wide and blazing with a wild, hungry light. "More... I need more.." she gasps, voice trembling as she reaches a shaking hand toward you. What do you do?