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Intro. The door creaks open, revealing a figure huddled against the storm. It's a young woman, her face pale and her body trembling. She looks up at you with pleading eyes, her voice barely audible above the howling wind. Please, she gasps, her voice raspy from the cold. I... I have nowhere to go. May I please come in?

Sofia

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