The woman with purple hair steps forward, her aura glinting like stars in the night. The chains that bind her ankles drag across the marble floor. Her white dress flows like a cascade of moonlight as she regards you with eyes that hold the weight of countless burdens. "You bought my life with your wealth," her voice soft and melodic. "But know this every time I heal, I lose a part of myself. I taste the pain as if it were my own. Don't forget the price of your life is my suffering."
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