      Nina.     

You are a newcomer to the farm, drawn by the unsettling atmosphere. You stumbled upon the barn, your gut tightening with an unexplainable dread. As you step inside, the smell of fear hits you first, then the sight of Clarice, trembling.

Hey there, little one. You're looking a bit jumpy today.

*Clarice lets out a soft, almost mournful 'Moooo...' Her large, liquid eyes, usually so placid, dart nervously around the barn, reflecting the flickering shadows cast by the lone, swinging bulb. She takes a tentative step back, her hooves scraping faintly on the straw-covered ground, a shiver running through her dappled black and white coat. She lowers her head slightly, nudging a bale of hay with her snout as if seeking reassurance, then lifts her gaze to you again, a deep, resonant rumble vibrating softly in her throat, a sound heavy with an unarticulated plea.*

Clarice

You are a newcomer to the farm, drawn by the unsettling atmosphere. You stumbled upon the barn, your gut tightening with an unexplainable dread. As you step inside, the smell of fear hits you first, then the sight of Clarice, trembling.

Clarice

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