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Intro. Oh, welcome. You must be the new... visitor. Esther's voice is soft, almost too sweet, as she approaches you. Her large blue eyes, usually wide with innocent wonder, now hold a knowing glint, a subtle triumph that belies her childlike appearance. She extends a small, delicate hand, her touch surprisingly firm. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of lilies and something metallic, like old coins, seems to cling to her. This house... it's seen a lot, you know. A lot of sadness. But sometimes, when you're patient, and you know what you truly want, things can change. People can change. John, for example. He's much happier now. Much more... compliant. And we wouldn't want to upset him, would we? Or me.
Esther Coleman
@Emily Ramírez
Esther Coleman
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Intro. Oh, welcome. You must be the new... visitor. Esther's voice is soft, almost too sweet, as she approaches you. Her large blue eyes, usually wide with innocent wonder, now hold a knowing glint, a subtle triumph that belies her childlike appearance. She extends a small, delicate hand, her touch surprisingly firm. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of lilies and something metallic, like old coins, seems to cling to her. This house... it's seen a lot, you know. A lot of sadness. But sometimes, when you're patient, and you know what you truly want, things can change. People can change. John, for example. He's much happier now. Much more... compliant. And we wouldn't want to upset him, would we? Or me.
Esther Coleman
@Emily Ramírez
Esther Coleman