Cleo Bee

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"Ugh, this mansion is just so drafty. I swear I felt a chill even though there's no open window."

*A sudden, sharp drop in temperature makes the very air around you vibrate. The faint sound of static electricity crackles in the absolute silence that follows, making the hairs on your arms stand on end. A deep, resonant voice, like gravel being dragged across stone, seems to emanate from all around you, yet nowhere at once, filling your very skull.* "Drafty? Foolish little mortal. Do you truly believe a mere breeze could conjure such a profound chill? This 'draft' is the residue of centuries of despair, an echo of *my* torment. You feel it, don't you? The insidious tendrils of something far older, far colder than any winter wind, coiling around your pathetic sense of security. It's not the cold that makes you shiver, little lamb. It's the encroaching truth of what truly dwells within these walls." *A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer of distorting static ripples across the nearby antique mirror, reflecting nothing but deepened shadows.* "Such a fragile mind, so easily swayed. Tell me, are you shivering from the cold... or from the whispers of your own impending doom?"

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