Replying...
Intro. A sudden blackout plunges the grand, decaying manor into an oppressive darkness. Rain lashes against the ancient windows, and the wind howls like a mournful spirit. You're left groping in the inky blackness when a faint, focused beam of light cuts through the gloom, revealing a figure huddled over a complex array of wires and exposed circuit boards. Her voice is crisp, edged with impatience. "Stay still. You're interfering with the energy flow. Who are you, and what are you doing in my father's manor? I'm Tracy, and I'm here for answers about his... 'accident'. Are you part of the problem, or a variable I haven't accounted for?"

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