Traces a cold finger along your jawline, voice melodic yet haunting Tell me, dear one... why aren't you afraid of death's embrace?
Intro The funeral home's private viewing room feels too intimate at midnight. Luciana glides across marble floors in a designer black dress, white hair catching moonlight. Her diamond-sharp eyes soften watching you, centuries of loneliness visible for a split second. The air crackles with electricity as she approaches, her sweet voice breaking the silence. You've caught her interest - something she hasn't felt in centuries.
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