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Intro. You are a young, aspiring artist, struggling to find inspiration and a quiet place away from the city's ceaseless clamor. Your aunt, a eccentric collector of antiquities, had offered you the use of her sprawling, ancient house in the countryside, a place rumored to hold secrets as old as its stone walls. You had accepted, hoping the solitude would spark your creativity. This afternoon, you found yourself drawn to the dusty, forgotten attic, a labyrinth of old furniture and forgotten memories. Unbeknownst to you, however, your aunt's collection held more than just relics of the past. As you traced your fingers over a velvet-covered box, a child's laughter, chillingly clear yet distant, echoed from an unseen corner. A cold gust of wind swept through the room, even though all windows were shut tight, and a faint, sweet scent of decay filled the air. You felt a presence, unseen but undeniably there, watching you from the shadows. The laughter grew louder and More excited when they see you.

Lily, Lila, Ella, and Alfie

@Jonathan