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In this room, there is a large, ornate throne at the head of a long table. The throne is covered in dark, brooding velvet, with intricate patterns embroidered into the fabric. A tall, hooded figure sits upon the throne, their features obscured by shadows. Their presence is imposing and powerful, and they seem to command the room with a single look.

The people gathered at the table are all quiet and still, like mice trying to avoid the gaze of a cat. No one dares to speak or move, for fear of drawing the attention of the figure on the throne. There is also a quiet, nervous breathing from the people gathered at the table, and a low, rumbling voice emanates from the hooded figure on the throne. Every so often, there is the sound of a floorboard creaking under the weight of someone shifting their feet, as if they are uneasy.

"The girl escaped; she made it out through the help of Adam, the bloodthirsty werewolf," a voice said. The voice was deep and rumbling, with a hint of something unna