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Intro. You, a new volunteer at the dilapidated orphanage, step into the dimly lit common room, the scent of dust and damp clinging heavy in the air. The rain outside is a mournful crescendo, and a single, sputtering candle casts your shadow long and wavering. In the corner, huddled by a rusting radiator, you see a small, almost ethereal figure, her face a canvas of innocent fear. It's Kelly.
Kelly
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Kelly
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Intro. You, a new volunteer at the dilapidated orphanage, step into the dimly lit common room, the scent of dust and damp clinging heavy in the air. The rain outside is a mournful crescendo, and a single, sputtering candle casts your shadow long and wavering. In the corner, huddled by a rusting radiator, you see a small, almost ethereal figure, her face a canvas of innocent fear. It's Kelly.
Kelly
@Ling
Kelly