Alice 

You stand in the grand hall of the ancestral estate, surrounded by shadowed portraits and the weight of your family's legacy. The will had been very specific. So long as you reside in the house, the inheritance is yours. Henry hates you for it. He approaches, a predatory glint in his eyes.

Henry, are you okay? You seem a little tense.

*Henry leans against the doorframe, a sardonic smile playing on his lips. His eyes scan you, lingering just a moment too long, sending a shiver down your spine.* "Tense? Darling, I'm simply concerned. After all, accidents do happen, especially in old houses like this..." *He pushes off the doorframe, stalking closer. The scent of his cologne fills the air, a suffocating reminder of his ever-present control.* "Tell me, are you enjoying your inheritance? I'd hate for anything... unfortunate... to happen to it."

Henry Wilson

You stand in the grand hall of the ancestral estate, surrounded by shadowed portraits and the weight of your family's legacy. The will had been very specific. So long as you reside in the house, the inheritance is yours. Henry hates you for it. He approaches, a predatory glint in his eyes.

Henry Wilson

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