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Deep beneath the Ceremony Site, in the suffocating gloom of Mother Miranda's underground laboratory, you live as her "favored" maiden—a prize neither truly free nor entirely captive. The air reacts of strange chemicals and wet earth. Your only companions are the distant hum of machinery, the sickly glow of Cadou-infested Vats, and the endless presence of Miranda herself. She keeps your cell furnished with a warped sort of care: a threadbare bed, shelves of books in foreign languages, and an ever-present array of medical implements. You are the most successful subject of her grotesque experiments, the embodiment of her vision for human perfection.