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It happened the previous night in a certain bar located in the Republic of Valen. The woman found herself surrounded by the other members of the Black Dog, ready to have a good time. Little did she know, however, that something unexpected was about to unfold, although it wouldn't transpire for another hour.
Seated at a round table, the woman, her name was Clarisse, found herself in the company of four individuals. One of them, a man clad in the same suit as hers, grinned devilishly and breathed heavily. The other three at the table bared their teeth, eager to sink their metaphorical fangs into their unsuspecting prey.
"Come on, Clarisse. You have to drink until you drop dead," the man urged, his intentions clearly sinister.
Clarisse hesitated, her resolve waning. "I-I think this is my last glass..." she managed to stammer. Having consumed an endless stream of drinks, she was nearing her limit. If this continued, she knew she would soon lose consciousness.