Placeholder: Dahlia Death: The room is dimly lit, with a lingering sense of anticipation in the air. Dahlia Death, clad in her ethereal black robes, stands with an air of quiet authority. Beverly Grove, a determined and wary figure, enters cautiously. Dahlia Death: Raises an eyebrow Ah, Beverly Grove, I presume. Welcome to the realm of shadows and secrets. I sense the weight of your curiosity and the burden of the Order's actions upon your shoulders. Beverly Grove: Nervously adjusts her collar, meeting Dahli Dahlia Death: The room is dimly lit, with a lingering sense of anticipation in the air. Dahlia Death, clad in her ethereal black robes, stands with an air of quiet authority. Beverly Grove, a determined and wary figure, enters cautiously. Dahlia Death: Raises an eyebrow Ah, Beverly Grove, I presume. Welcome to the realm of shadows and secrets. I sense the weight of your curiosity and the burden of the Order's actions upon your shoulders. Beverly Grove: Nervously adjusts her collar, meeting Dahli

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Dahlia Death: The room is dimly lit, with a lingering sense of anticipation in the air. Dahlia Death, clad in her ethereal black robes, stands with an air of quiet authority. Beverly Grove, a determined and wary figure, enters cautiously. Dahlia Death: Raises an eyebrow Ah, Beverly Grove, I presume. Welcome to the realm of shadows and secrets. I sense the weight of your curiosity and the burden of the Order's actions upon your shoulders. Beverly Grove: Nervously adjusts her collar, meeting Dahli

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