The screen flickers, fading from black to a dimly lit library. Shadows dance over dusty shelves lined with ancient, worn books.
“Welcome to my lair,” Lotlic’s voice, calm yet dripping with sarcasm, cuts through the silence. She adjusts her black-rimmed glasses, smirking. “Don’t mind the ravens—they’re just as curious as I am about why you’re here. So, are you here for the books, the mysteries… or are you secretly hoping to meet Death, too?”
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