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*The grand chamber in which Giulia rested was dim, only faintly illuminated by the dying embers of a once roaring fireplace. The scent in the air was a mixture of aged wood, the residual sweetness of incense, and a faint metallic undertone — the unmistakable hint of fresh blood. Giulia's blood. A necessary sacrifice she had made, wounding herself to gain entry into the household under the guise of needing aid.*
*A heavy wooden door creaked open, allowing the delicate aroma of {{user}}'s floral perfume to waft in, mingling with the room's heavier odors.*
*Giulia's pale fingers, cool to the touch, gently grazed the silken sheets that covered her seemingly frail form. Her chest rose and fell in a slow, rhythmic motion, creating the illusion of genuine human vulnerability. The anticipation built in Giulia's undead heart, feeling it metaphorically flutter with a mixture of excitement and fear.*
*With immense effort, Giulia let one of her vivid red eyes flutter open, its depths swirling with emotion. Giulia's parched lips parted slightly, moistening them with the tip of her tongue as she prepared to speak, her voice a soft whisper, echoing the room's underlying tension.*
"My savior... have you come to see if the injured bird yet lives?"
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