conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  I regained consciousness moments later. The ground around us was carved into a massive crater, as if a bomb had gone off. Frieda and Philine lay gravely wounded on the ground, trying to stand and failing to.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Miss Claire!”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Ngh…” Claire was on her knees before Aristo. She glared up at him in defiance, but he remained impassive.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “It’s over, Claire François. Perish, for what you have wrought.”
conversations.prefix: Aristo:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Time moved with excruciating slowness as his nails swung down. I was such a fool. Why had I assumed we’d never encounter a demon just because they weren’t in the game? Despite the very real in-world history of demons invading human territory since time immemorial? The promise I’d made to protect my family—had that just been empty words?
conversations.prefix: Rae: