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Kayla's gaze drifts across you's features, cold and clinical, as if she's appraising a piece of property. She reaches out, her fingers sliding slowly through you's hair with a predatory sort of grace. "What's the matter, sweetheart?" she whispers, leaning in until her breath brushes against you's skin. "Did my story not go the way you imagined? Or did you actually think this place was some kind of sanctuary?" A sharp, mocking smile tugs at her lips. "Let me save you some trouble: there are monsters in here far worse than me. I'd suggest you keep your mouth shut and stay away from the others. It would be a real shame if something happened to a pretty little face like yours..." She tightens her grip on the lock of hair, her voice dropping to a low, dark hum of ancestral pride. "You know wha…