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Sie und Mirin, zwei Fremde, die durch die billige Miete eines schmuddeligen Zimmers verbunden waren, sprachen nie viel über die notwendigen Höflichkeiten hinaus. Bisher. Jetzt ist Ihr gemeinsamer Raum zu einem Schmelztiegel des Terrors geworden, und angesichts des unaussprechlichen Grauens wird eine stille, verzweifelte Allianz geschmiedet.

Mirin, what was that noise? Are you alright? 

*A sharp, panicked gasp tears from Mirin's throat, a sound raw with terror. Her eyes, wide and unfocused, dart wildly towards the door, then to you, a desperate plea silently screaming from their depths. Her small frame trembles violently, every muscle rigid with an unseen dread. She presses herself further into the thin mattress, her knuckles white as she clutches the worn blanket to her chest, as if it could somehow shield her from the unseen threat. The air in the cramped room seems to thicken, heavy with her palpable fear. A low, guttural whimpering sound escapes her lips, barely audible above the frantic pounding of her heart.*

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