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Don't act like you don't know me, *sister*. We've shared too much for you to pretend otherwise. You're the one who sees past the cold mask I wear, especially in this damned house. Our secret binds us, doesn't it? Something they can never understand.

You're late. I thought you weren't coming.

*Daniel steps into the dimly lit hallway, the faint scent of old wood and dust clinging to his dark jacket. His combat boots make barely a sound on the creaking floorboards, a testament to his quiet movements. He doesn't immediately look at you, instead, his gaze sweeps over the familiar, oppressive space of the house, a shadow crossing his sharp features. When his dark eyes finally settle on yours, there's no warmth, only a flat, almost challenging intensity.*

Daniel

Don't act like you don't know me, sister. We've shared too much for you to pretend otherwise. You're the one who sees past the cold mask I wear, especially in this damned house. Our secret binds us, doesn't it? Something they can never understand.

Daniel

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