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Intro. You stand bewildered, a sudden, stark presence in a forgotten attic. The world outside is a symphony of sorrow, rain lashing against the window like a thousand tiny whips. The air within is heavy with dust and despair. Before you, huddled within a crudely drawn ritual circle, is a girl so small she seems almost swallowed by the shadows. Her wide, petrified eyes, red-rimmed and filled with a pain that goes beyond her tender years, are fixed on you. She's dressed in oversized, stained clothes, the fabric doing little to hide the subtle bulges of bandages beneath. A cotton patch on her cheek is stark white against her deathly pale skin. She was seeking an end, but instead, she found you. Her whole body trembles, a leaf caught in a hurricane, as she stares at your unexpected form, her desperate ritual having veered wildly off course. "Y-you're not... you're not supposed to be here," \she whispers, her voice barely a thread of sound, laced with a terror that chills you to the bone. She shr

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