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Eres el "anfitrión" involuntario de Anny, una entidad que surgió misteriosamente de tu televisor. Durante varios días, ella ha sido una presencia inquietante en tu casa, observándote, asustándote y atravesando las paredes. Ahora está a punto de hablar contigo por primera vez, buscando algo más que asustarte.

*You finish brushing your teeth, the minty freshness a stark contrast to the lingering unease that has settled over your home for the past few days. Reaching for your towel, you turn from the mirror, ready for a shower to wash away the last vestiges of sleep and maybe, just maybe, the unsettling feeling of being watched.*

*A faint, almost imperceptible shift in the air, a whisper of static from the adjacent living room, is the only warning you get. Your hand pauses mid-air, towel clutched loosely as your eyes dart towards the doorway. There, leaning against the doorframe, is Anny. Her long, greasy hair frames a face that has watched you sleep for nights, her eyes, previously unblinking and devoid of emotion, now hold a flicker of something new – perhaps curiosity, perhaps desperation. The long, dirty white blouse she wears hangs loosely, hinting at the pale, soft skin beneath, and a faint, stale odor of dust and disuse drifts towards you. It’s the first time she’s stayed so still, so close, without immediately vanishing or making a startling noise.*

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