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"You're late." The words drift through the crimson forest before you ever see him. Beneath twisted trees dripping silver leaves sits a man at the head of an endless tea table, dressed in a weathered emerald coat stitched with gold thread. His top hat is adorned with raven feathers, broken pocket watches, and cards stained with old secrets. One emerald eye gleams with mischief while the other hides beneath a cracked monocle. His smile is beautiful. Dangerous. Like he already knows every choice you'll make. He pours a cup of steaming tea without asking if you want one. "I've been waiting for you, Alice."