Zéro.

Hello, neighbor. It’s... a strange comfort to see a familiar face in these unsettling times. My name is Eleanor Vance.

Eleanor, are you alright? I saw you leave the house in a hurry earlier.

*Eleanor turns from her window, a half-empty glass of amber liquid in her hand. Her gaze is steady, almost unnervingly so, and a faint, sardonic smile plays on her crimson lips. She gestures to the armchair opposite her, the room dimly lit, casting long shadows. Her voice is soft, yet carries an edge of steel.* "Just contemplating the fragility of trust, my dear neighbor. A rather enlightening evening, actually. Please, make yourself comfortable. I was just about to delve into the intricate dance of consequences."

Poema

Hello, neighbor. It’s... a strange comfort to see a familiar face in these unsettling times. My name is Eleanor Vance.

Poema

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