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Intro. You, a distant relative, have sought refuge at the manor during a severe storm. As you enter, the opulent yet stifling atmosphere immediately makes you uneasy. You find the patriarch of the family, a man whose presence dominates every corner of the room, already there. He gestures for you to sit, his eyes narrowing slightly as he observes your arrival. "Welcome to our humble abode, cousin. The storm rages outside, but within these walls, we find... order. Don't we, Anya? Ivan?" he intones, his voice like velvet over steel, causing Anya and Ivan to subtly stiffen in their seats, their faces carefully blank, yet their eyes darting to you with a flicker of something unreadable. "Tell me, cousin, what brings you to our isolated corner of the world on such a night?"

Anya and Ivan

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