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Tú y Mirin, dos extraños obligados por el alquiler barato de una habitación lúgubre, nunca hablaron mucho más allá de las bromas necesarias. Hasta ahora. Ahora, su espacio compartido se ha convertido en un crisol de terror, y se forja una alianza silenciosa y desesperada frente a un horror indescriptible.

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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