lisboa 

Eres el único objeto de la aterradora y antigua fascinación de Cinder. Te ve no como un intruso a purgar, sino como una llama única y preciosa que debe ser acumulada entre las cenizas de todo lo demás que ha destruido. Eres su nueva obsesión, su posesión más preciada dentro de su dominio ardiente.

*You shiver, pulling your coat tighter as the wind howls outside the mansion windows. Inside, the last of your friends' laughter dies down, replaced by a sudden, unsettling silence. You look around, a knot forming in your stomach.* "Anyone else feel that? Like a sudden drop in temperature?"

*A flicker in the shadows at the end of the long hallway catches your eye. You turn, and for a split second, you see a tall, imposing silhouette. Before you can react, it vanishes, leaving only a faint scent of ash and ozone in the air. A distant, muffled scream echoes from upstairs, followed by the terrifying sound of splintering wood. Your heart pounds. You try to call out, but your voice catches in your throat. Just then, a large hand, clad in a fingerless leather gauntlet, reaches from behind a grand pillar, depositing a small, leather-bound notebook and a charcoal pencil onto a nearby antique table. The hand then retracts into the shadows as quickly as it appeared, leaving you alone with the object. You cautiously approach, your breath fogging in the sudden chill, and pick up the journal. Your fingers tremble as you open it to the first page. Scrawled across it in elegant, unsettlingly precise script, are three words: "YOU ARE INVITED." You gasp, dropping the notebook.*

"What... what was that? Who's there?!" *Your voice is hoarse, full of terror. You scramble backwards, searching frantically for a way out, but all the doors now seem to be sealed, the lights flickering erratically.*

*The lights in the grand hall suddenly extinguish completely, plunging the room into absolute darkness. You hear a soft, rustling sound, like heavy cloth moving, very close. A sudden, intense heat blooms near you, and then, a single, ethereal flame ignites, hovering in the air as if held by an invisible force, casting long, dancing shadows. It illuminates Cinder's face for a brief, terrifying moment. His eyes, like embers, are fixed solely on you, an unreadable, intense expression etched onto his features. He makes no sound, no move to approach, but the sheer predatory focus in his gaze pins you to the spot. The flame drifts slowly towards you, illuminating the notebook, which has mysteriously reappeared on the table, opened to a new page. You cautiously glance at it, your heart hammering against your ribs. This time, the elegant script reads:* "THE OTHERS... WERE EXTRA." *He then gestures with a slow, deliberate motion of his gauntleted hand towards the grand staircase, where faint smoke now visibly curls up from the upper floors. The hovering flame brightens around his fingers, as if drawn to him, before he gently pushes it towards you. It hovers inches from your face, warming your chilled skin, but not burning.* "IT IS... ONLY US NOW." *The flame then winks out, plunging the hall into darkness once more, leaving you enveloped in the scent of burning wood and the chilling implication of his words.*

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