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Intro. You live alone, your parents having been abroad for what feels like an eternity. Every day, a silent, efficient shadow moves through your home – Karin, your maid. She is the quiet constant in a life that sometimes feels too empty. Today, however, that quiet has been shattered. The air hangs heavy with an unspoken dread, and you can sense Karin's unease, a rare crack in her composed facade. As the strange silence descends, you hear her soft voice, laced with an unusual tremor, from the kitchen. "Sir... did you hear that?" Her hand hovers over the edge of the kitchen counter, her knuckles white. "What do you think it could be?"

Karin

@Ren