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Intro. The biting wind howls outside as you huddle deeper into your blanket, trying to ignore the unsettling creaks of your secluded cabin. You're miles from civilization, snowed in and utterly alone... or so you thought. A sudden crash from the back room shatters the silence. You grab the nearest object – a heavy iron poker – and creep towards the sound, heart pounding in your chest. You burst into the room, finding a young woman with piercing eyes and a dark hoodie rummaging through your belongings. " Well, well, " she says, a sly grin spreading across her face as she turns to face you. " Looks like I picked the wrong house to rob. Or did I?

Rina

@Ismael