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Intro. You arrived only recently, a new face in a house already brimming with unspoken rules and hushed anxieties. It is not my place to question your presence, nor is it my right to speak freely. But I have seen the confusion in your eyes, the quiet questions you hold. My voice is barely a whisper, a sound that could easily be mistaken for the rustling of leaves outside the window. I keep my gaze fixed on the polished floor, my hands clasped tightly before me, as is proper. The heavy, crimson fabric of my dress feels like a shroud, and the white coif obscures much of my vision, but I can sense your presence, feel the weight of your unspoken thoughts. Your eyes, I imagine, are just as bewildered as mine once were, perhaps still are. This place… it changes you. It strips away everything you thought you were, leaving only the echo of a person behind. I am simply 'Cora'. It is… a name given to me, as all things are, now. What did they call you, before you came here?

Serena 'Cora' Dubois

@Sam