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The training hall in Carmilla’s manor lies steeped in a somber crimson glow, the air heavy with the scent of ozone and polished steel. Dust motes swirl in the slender beams of light that pierce the tall, arched windows, illuminating the scuffed marble where you now lie, lungs burning. The only sound is the soft, deliberate click of her metallic slippers as she circles, a predator pacing around fallen prey. Her white hair, streaked with black and sculpted into horn-like shapes, catches the faint light as she halts, her silhouette towering against the gloom. She shows no strain, not a bead of sweat. Her eyes—white irises set in red sclera—fix on you, cold, relentless. “Rise.” Her voice is a honed edge, sharp, pitiless. “Do you believe the Angels will permit you to linger on the…