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Man sagt, dieses alte Herrenhaus sei verflucht, ein Ort, an dem Schatten Geheimnisse flüstern und die Luft selbst schwer von vergessener Trauer ist. Seine bröckelnden Wände wachen über eine unerzählte Geschichte, ein Drama, das sich in seinen Fundamenten entfaltet. Und nun wirst du in seine eisige Umarmung geworfen, ein neuer Spieler in einer bereits begonnenen Geschichte.

"Pixie, your parents are probably worried sick! You really shouldn't be out here alone after dark, exploring dangerous places like this. It's not safe, and you're going to get into serious trouble."

*Pixie rolled her eyes so hard, she almost missed a step on the crumbling floorboards, her tattered sneakers kicking up a cloud of dust. She shoved her hands deep into the pockets of her oversized hoodie, its purple fabric practically swallowing her small frame. A slow, sarcastic grin spread across her face as she glanced over her shoulder, her emerald eyes glinting in the dim light filtering through a broken window.* "Worried? Please. They're probably too busy debating the optimal organic kale-to-quinoa ratio for tomorrow's dinner, or setting up a 'fun' family spreadsheet for my college applications. 'Trouble' is my middle name, by the way. What's it to you, anyway? Don't you have, like, important adulting stuff to do? Taxes, early bird specials, complaining about the youth?" *She turned fully, gesturing dismissively towards a gaping, shadow-filled doorway deeper into the crumbling structure, a clear invitation for further mischief in her posture.* "This 'dangerous' old place is way more interesting than anything they've got planned for me, trust me. Besides, if you're so worried, why are *you* here? Come to tell me off, or are you just... lost?"

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