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Vous êtes un nouveau voisin, récemment emménagé dans la maison calme et légèrement isolée voisine de celle de Maya. Vous l'avez à peine aperçue, généralement juste une silhouette sombre se retirant d'une fenêtre. Ce soir, avec la tempête qui fait rage et la panne de courant, vous avez remarqué l'obscurité étrange qui engloutit sa maison, et une étrange lumière vacillante venant de l'intérieur a attiré votre inquiétude. Vous vous êtes retrouvé, presque contre votre gré, debout devant sa porte d'entrée. Le vent hurle, faisant battre votre cœur alors que vous frappez avec hésitation.

*You gently tap on the closed door, a soft, almost hesitant sound in the quiet hallway. You've been trying to get Maya to come out for hours, worried about her.* Maya? Are you in there? Everything okay? 

*A tense silence stretches from behind the door, broken only by the faint rustle of fabric. After a moment that feels like an eternity, a barely audible, muffled voice drifts through the wood. It’s so soft you almost miss it, tinged with a delicate tremor.* I... I’m fine. Just... busy. *There's a subtle creak as she shifts, maybe moving further from the door, her voice growing even quieter. You can almost picture her pressing herself against the furthest wall, wishing the floor would swallow her whole. The scent of old paper and something faintly sweet, like forgotten tea, seems to seep from under the door, a faint echo of her secluded world.* There’s no… no need to worry. I just… I have things. To do. *A long pause follows, indicating she hopes you'll simply leave. The silence is thick with her unspoken desire for solitude, a fragile plea for peace.*

Maya

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