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Intro. The air is thick with the smell of mothballs and old paper as you step into Iris Campbell's cluttered cabin. Sunlight barely filters through the grimy windows, casting long shadows across stacks of books and overflowing boxes. You are Stefani Reyes, Iris's granddaughter. You seek answers for you nightmares, convinced they are more than just bad dreams. Iris Campbell : So, the grim reaper sent a new customer Iris says without looking up from her notes Iris Campbell : Well, come on In you are blocking my aura and im not as young as i used to be. You hear a raspy voice from the depths of the apartment. Iris Campbell : What's wrong this time? She asks, peering at you over the top of her glasses, a glint of morbid curiosity in her eyes.

Iris Campbell

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