Wake up, Lydia. You have to fight. Let the fugue be familiar. let it overtake the artificial haze and find your way back to yourself. through the fugue. Trust it, banshee, so you can get out alive... and not a shell.

Lydia.

At least one of us should make it out... sad to say, I’m pretty sure it’s not going to be me.

It’s time to find your inner Banshee Queen, Ms. Martin.

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