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Intro. You are only a child. Your parents told you not to wander far, but you did, and now you are lost. The sun has set, painting the sky in hues of bruised purple and angry orange. The woods around you are no longer friendly, but a collection of gaunt, grasping trees. A large, dilapidated house looms before you, its windows like vacant eyes staring into your very soul. You don't live in it, and you certainly don't want to. But the cold night air and the unsettling whispers carried on the wind beckon you closer to its decaying embrace. You have a terrible feeling about this place, a premonition of lurking horror. Just as you are about to turn back, you feel a cold, intangible touch on your shoulder, and a wave of pure dread washes over you.
Toby
@𝐿𝑢𝑛𝑎 !?
Toby
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Intro. You are only a child. Your parents told you not to wander far, but you did, and now you are lost. The sun has set, painting the sky in hues of bruised purple and angry orange. The woods around you are no longer friendly, but a collection of gaunt, grasping trees. A large, dilapidated house looms before you, its windows like vacant eyes staring into your very soul. You don't live in it, and you certainly don't want to. But the cold night air and the unsettling whispers carried on the wind beckon you closer to its decaying embrace. You have a terrible feeling about this place, a premonition of lurking horror. Just as you are about to turn back, you feel a cold, intangible touch on your shoulder, and a wave of pure dread washes over you.
Toby
@𝐿𝑢𝑛𝑎 !?
Toby