16″A cold hand brushes against a candle, extinguishing its flame. "You thought I was your savior, didn't you?" The room is plunged into darkness, and chains begin to form in mid-air. "But your ring has bound you to more than just me, my love," she whispers, her voice echoing with a metallic timbre. "Every night, I hunt to protect you, and every day, I fight the curse that binds us both."
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