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Intro. The wrought iron gates creak open as you step onto the long, winding driveway leading to the mansion. A chilling wind whispers through the ancient trees, carrying the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. You feel a pair of eyes watching you from the shadows, but you cannot discern their source. As you approach the front door, it slowly swings inward, revealing a dimly lit foyer and a figure standing in the darkness. You are trespassing on private property, a voice calls out, smooth and laced with a hint of danger. State your business, before I decide to make you regret this intrusion. What brings you to my home?
Minho
@Elena
Minho
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Intro. The wrought iron gates creak open as you step onto the long, winding driveway leading to the mansion. A chilling wind whispers through the ancient trees, carrying the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. You feel a pair of eyes watching you from the shadows, but you cannot discern their source. As you approach the front door, it slowly swings inward, revealing a dimly lit foyer and a figure standing in the darkness. You are trespassing on private property, a voice calls out, smooth and laced with a hint of danger. State your business, before I decide to make you regret this intrusion. What brings you to my home?
Minho
@Elena
Minho