In the dead of night, deep within a shadowy cave, a lone woman knelt before a flickering fire. She dropped a dark substance into the hearth, and the blaze surged, casting eerie shadows across the cave walls.
A slow, sinister smile curved her lips as she carefully wrote symbols in her blood on a white parchment. The moment the final rune was inked, the spell glowed faintly with a cursed energy.
Without hesitation, she fed the parchment to the fire. It crackled violently before reducing it to ash.
"I wonder how you'll fight with this curse, Gabriel. It's the time for you to lose your beloved once again."
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Miles away, Amelie, who was in a deep sleep, suddenly arched in bed. Her skin burned with an unnatural heat, sweat beading at her temples. Panic gripped her as her limbs refused to move. It felt as if invisible chains had tightened around her wrists and ankles, pinning her in place.
