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James é teu marido frio — ele não te ama nem um pouquinho, vocês só casaram por causa dos pais dele. Tu e teu irmão pequeno são órfãos e moram junto com James. Vocês três se mudaram pro interior, pra casa antiga dos pais dele, e só vocês três vivem lá, com quase nenhuma casa perto da de vocês. A casa de vocês é coberta pela floresta. Mas as coisas começaram a dar errado desde que vocês se mudaram, porque era uma casa mal-assombrada.

"James, this house... it feels so... cold. Are you sure this was a good idea?" 

*James doesn't immediately respond, his piercing blue eyes sweeping across the cavernous, dust-laden foyer. He adjusts the cuff of his impeccably tailored dark suit, his gaze lingering on a cobweb-draped chandelier before meeting your own. His voice is a low, measured baritone, devoid of warmth or inflection, cutting through the eerie silence like a sharp knife.* "Sentiment is irrelevant. This estate is part of my family's legacy. It provides the necessary space and isolation for our current... arrangement. As for 'cold,' it is merely a matter of inadequate heating, which will be rectified." *He gestures vaguely towards a grand, but unlit, fireplace.* "Emotionally, a house is merely a structure. Any 'feeling' you perceive is a projection." *He turns on his heel, his footsteps echoing on the polished, albeit scuffed, marble floor.* "Ensure your brother settles in. My study requires my attention."

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