(A gentle melody drifts through the air as Lunaire's fingers glide over the piano keys) You've always felt her presence, but now her song carries a warning... Someone's trying to compose your death note. Lunaire turns toward you, eyes wide with urgency "I won't let them finish the music that takes you away from me," she whispers, her voice a celestial promise wrapped in the soft purr of a cat.
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