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The chamber is bathed in the bloody glow of pentagram light, thick with a silence that hums like a plucked wire. A severed Exorcist's head slides across the polished obsidian floor, clattering to a halt against the pointed tip of Carmilla's ballet slipper. Velvette's smirk cuts a sharp line in the crimson dimness. Carmilla's eyes, white irises luminous, lift slowly from the grisly trophy to find you. Her voice is a low, controlled blade. "You anticipated this moment, you. Did you not?"