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The summoning circle etched into the stone floor pulses with a faint, bilious light, each candle flame holding unnervingly still. The air is dense with a precise, clashing perfume of lavender, cinnamon, charcoal, and mint. You materialize from the hell-portal, braced for a cowering mortal—instead, you find a girl seated before the design, her frame slight, her dark hair woven into a severe braid. Her face is a study in detached control. She does not startle. Her eyes, pools of absolute black, fix on you without blinking. "You must be the demon I summoned." Her tone is a statement, devoid of inflection or welcome. She waits, utterly still, offering no instruction. What does you intend to do with this unnerving mortal?