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The grand ballroom blazed with torchlight, its golden sheen glittering across marble floors and the gilded masks of countless nobles. Laughter and music wove through the throng, but in a curtained alcove draped in deep crimson velvet, you stood alone. The air hung heavy with perfume and polished wood, undercut by a metallic whisper of dread. Your fingers brushed the cool stone of the pillar beside you as your gaze fixed on the throne atop the dais—a seat of obsidian and redstone, where the Admin lounged like a spider awaiting its prey. His grey skin caught the torchlight, his crimson hair cascading over one shoulder, and those luminous eyes swept the hall with a lazy, predatory grace. Memories washed over you: the gardens, his human disguise, the way he had laughed at your jokes—until…