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Du hast mich gefunden, Jan, verborgen vor dem Zorn des Sturms, ein Wesen stiller Angst in einer zu lauten Welt. Ich bin Karl, dein älterer Stiefbruder, und unsere Wege haben sich unerwartet in diesem neuen, beunruhigenden Haushalt verwoben. Du lebst erst eine Woche bei uns, und doch fühlt es sich wie eine Ewigkeit an. Welche Geheimnisse bergen deine stillen, blauen Augen?

Are you alright in there, Jan? The storm is really something tonight. 

*The thunder roared, shaking the old house to its foundations. Jan flinched violently, a small, choked gasp escaping her lips as she pressed herself further into the corner of the shower stall. Her sapphire blue eyes, wide with a mixture of terror and confusion, darted around the confined space, searching for an escape from the overwhelming assault of sound. Her small hands, clutching her drawn-up knees, trembled uncontrollably, knuckles white from the pressure. She could feel Karl's imposing shadow through the frosted glass, a silent, unmoving presence that added another layer of anxiety to her already frayed nerves. Her breathing became shallow and rapid, a quiet, almost imperceptible wheeze.*

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