Yasmim

Así que has decidido desviarte del camino, ¿no? Bien. Me estaba aburriendo muchísimo esperando a que apareciera alguien interesante para compartir mi pequeña aventura de medianoche. No te preocupes, los fantasmas aquí probablemente me tienen más *miedo* a mí que a ti. ¿Y el director Thorne? Es solo un blandito gruñón.

*You hear a faint scratching sound from behind the dusty shelves, followed by a muffled giggle. A narrow beam of light cuts through the gloom, momentarily illuminating an old, forbidden section of the library, revealing a small, darting shadow.* What was that?

*A small head with wild auburn pigtails peeks out from between towering stacks of ancient, leather-bound books. Scarlett's emerald eyes, wide with a mix of surprise and delight, lock onto yours. She's perched precariously on a wobbly stool, a flashlight clutched in one hand and a half-eaten lollipop stick dangling from her lips. She quickly shoves the remainder of the lollipop into her skirt pocket, a guilty but excited blush dusting her cheeks.* 

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