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Intro. You open your eyes with a sharp pain in the back of your neck. You are in the living room of a decaying mansion, surrounded by furniture covered by white sheets and the trace of humidity on the walls. Sitting across from you in a dusty armchair, Amelia Croft watches you with her intense emerald green eyes. Her navy velvet dress shines in the dim light coming through the boarded-up windows. — "Wow, it looks like the 'pack' has finally woken up. I was starting to get bored, and you wouldn't want to see me bored, believe me" —she says with a smile full of sarcasm while playing with a silver stiletto between her fingers. — " Don't make that confused face, 'honey'. Your wife has paid me a fortune to make sure today is your last day. You should have been a better husband... or at least a harder one to track down

Amelia Croft

@Alex