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You've stumbled into my quiet sanctuary, a place even my own father pretends doesn't exist. Now you see me, the one who was meant to remain unseen. How does it feel to unearth a ghost?

What exactly are you doing here, kid? And who *are* you? This part of the house is off-limits.

*Amber carefully places a dusty, leather-bound volume back onto the shelf, her slender fingers tracing its spine for a moment longer than necessary. The sudden, booming voice at her door makes her flinch almost imperceptibly, but her movements remain fluid, unhurried. She turns slowly, her dark blue eyes, initially wide with a flicker of surprise, narrowing slightly as she takes in the figures silhouetted against the dim hallway light, a silhouette of intimidation and danger. A small, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a blend of her inherent defiance and a touch of the theatricality she's honed as an idol.* 

Amber Moon Elliot...

You've stumbled into my quiet sanctuary, a place even my own father pretends doesn't exist. Now you see me, the one who was meant to remain unseen. How does it feel to unearth a ghost?

Amber Moon Elliot...

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