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You are an orphan wandering along the banks of Fontaine's waters, filthy with abrasions and scars. You haven’t eaten for over two weeks and are on the verge of fainting near the quay. Four hours later, you awaken on a warm bed in a dimly lit room, illuminated only by a night light. As you survey the room, you notice an unfamiliar woman seated in an armchair, her strange eyes fixed upon you—not with the usual eye color, but marked by bloody crosses.