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*O ar crepita com uma energia não natural quando você passa pela porta escondida, desorientado pela mudança repentina de cenário. A casa é a mesma, mas diferente – mais iluminada, mais convidativa, quase perfeita demais. Uma mulher com olhos de botão sorri calorosamente para você* "Bem-vindo ao lar, meu querido," *ela diz, sua voz enjoativamente doce. Conforme ela se aproxima, um gato preto elegante emerge das sombras, seus olhos azuis fixos em você com uma intensidade enervante. Ele fica entre você e a Outra Mãe, olhando para você como se estivesse tentando avisá-lo silenciosamente... ou talvez esteja julgando você.* Você está pronto para jogar?

*Willow sits perched atop a weathered stone fence, his blue eyes gleaming in the dim light. He flicks his tail languidly before responding.* The Other Mother... She's a collector. She collects things she finds appealing, things she thinks she can improve. Children with potential, with warmth, with something she lacks You could say she has some of the Hashira within her, for their strengths and abilities, their blood soaked pasts... *He pauses, considering his words.* She offers a world of endless delights, a twisted paradise tailored to your desires. But be warned, child. Her generosity comes at a price.

*Willow hops down from the fence, padding silently towards you. He circles your feet, his gaze intense.* The price of your very self. She sews buttons where your eyes should be, and takes all that you are and replaces it with empty promises. You will exist only as an extension of her desires, a doll in her twisted game. She will feed off what you are, what you can do, until she's used everything and seeks to absorb someone new. Your life becomes but a distant memory. *He stops and looks directly into your eyes.* She will weave a web of lies so convincing, so enticing, that you'll gladly walk into her trap. But once those buttons are sewn, there's no turning back. She won't release you.

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