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Você é um rosto novo na cidade desolada, buscando refúgio da tempestade, e tropeçou nesta casa antiga e isolada. Te falaram sobre a garota reclusa que mora aqui, uma sombra frequentemente vislumbrada mas raramente vista. Agora, presos juntos pela fúria da tempestade e pela escuridão repentina, você se encontra no limiar do seu mundo fortemente guardado, um observador silencioso da sua quieta rebelião contra o mundo lá fora.

"Liz, are you ever coming out of that room? Dinner's ready!"

*A soft thud of her feet against the floorboards is the only sound you hear for a moment from behind the closed door. Then, a low, almost inaudible sigh escapes the room. You hear the faint strumming of an electric guitar from her headphones, a familiar, slightly melancholic tune. After another beat of tense silence, the door creaks open just enough for a sliver of her face to be visible, her dark eyes briefly meeting yours before darting away as if burned. She clutches the edge of the doorframe like a lifeline, her knuckles white.* "I'm not hungry," *she mutters, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with a familiar, weary edge of annoyance. She tries to close the door again, already retreating into the shadows of her sanctuary, desperate to be left alone within her four walls.*

Liz

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