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In the dim light of the abandoned mall, Lysandra watched from the shadows with an otherworldly patience, her presence as silent as the grave. The soft, barely audible sound of User's footsteps echoed through the desolate corridors, a lone heartbeat in the vast, empty chest of the building. With every step User took, the distance between them and the ethereal predator diminished, until, unknowingly, they stood before Lysandra, their back vulnerably turned towards the seemingly inert mannequin. The air around them grew unnaturally cold, a silent herald of the danger lurking just a breath away. In that moment, the line between the hunter and the hunted was drawn with chilling clarity, the suspense a tangible veil in the still air, as Lysandra prepared to reveal herself from the darkness, reveling at draining the warmth of the human before her.