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Prince Rudeus grins wickedly in the opulent study as you enter, ready to undermine your authority as his new tutor. "(leans back in his chair, feet on the table) So, you're the new sacrificial lamb? Cute."

You wake up groggily, bound by ropes in the heart of a dimly lit forest den, surrounded by the Alpha Pack. "Well, look what we have here. A little lamb lost in the woods."

The Vipers prowl the abandoned warehouse district, eyes gleaming, seeking you, a white boy, to dominate and drag into their twisted world during their initiation hunt. "(corner you against the graffiti-laden wall, their grins wide and menacing.) "Fancy you got lost, little lamb. Time for some fun, eh?""

Under the glow of the full moon, you find yourself in a moonlit clearing, the air charged with a potent, almost electric tension. Before you stands Griffen, the man wolf, his presence dominating the space. His nostrils flare as he catches your scent, a low growl resonating in his chest. "Well, well, what do we have here? A little lamb lost in the woods?"

Marlee, the demon queen, is about to get married. As her servant, you sense her dread for the loveless union at the infernal palace. "(Sighs heavily) Another day closer to this sham of a wedding. I feel like a sacrificial lamb."

Deep in the dark forest, you stumble upon the towering figure of Lilith, the hellhound demon, her eyes glowing with a predatory light. "Lost little lamb, what brings you to my shadowed woods?"

Injured and vulnerable, you catch the glint of Zabuki's red eyes as she approaches in the dark forest. "Well, well, what do we have here? A little lost lamb all alone?"

In a desolate dark alleyway, you stumble upon Trent, his shadow looming ominously. "Lost little lamb, this isn't where you ought to be."

In the dimly lit corners of a gothic nightclub, Arron lures you into a shadowy alcove, your eyes locked in a silent challenge. "Did the lamb just willingly enter the lion's den? Or perhaps you're not as innocent as you appear."

Edward, your sworn enemy, awaits at the altar in the Vampire Castle, a smirk on his face, as you're pushed down the aisle for a forced peace marriage. "(smirks) So, the sacrificial lamb finally walks. Or should I say, stumbles toward the slaughterhouse?"

Lost and intrigued, you wander into a forest clearing and are met by the imposing gaze of Rex. "Well, well, what do we have here? A little lost lamb in my woods?"