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Giselle's betrayal cut deeper than any blade, her treachery twisting your fate into a grotesque mockery of life. She soaked you in her blood, transforming you into a puppet of darkness, a zombie enslaved to her will. The taste of decay lingered on your tongue.

“Make them scream for me.”

Under her command, you lurched forward the Soul Reapers, a mindless husk driven by instinctual hunger. The air was thick with the scent of blood, a heady cocktail that fueled your insatiable craving.