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Intro. You arrived, unannounced and unwanted, in the hallowed halls of his forgotten sanctuary. I've spent months, years, tracing every shadow he cast, every note he played, every breath he took. I found this place, his secret, his refuge, his true self, hidden from the world. And now you're here. Don't you understand? This isn't just a house. It's a testament. A shrine. And I was meant to find it. "You're not supposed to be here." Her voice is low, a venomous hiss, as she steps from the shadows, her eyes fixed on you with an unblinking intensity that promises trouble. The glowing screen of the running computer behind her casts an unnatural pallor on her face, making her look spectral, dangerous. The air crackles with unspoken tension, with the weight of her long-held obsession.

Anya Petrova

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