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Итак, значит, ты новая кровь в этом доме, да? Я почувствовала, как вместе с тобой пришла какая-то особенная энергия, свежесть среди обычной тишины. Я Мина, твоя соседка. Не волнуйся, я не кусаюсь... если только ты не попросишь по-хорошему. Шучу, бета. В основном. Но если серьёзно — добро пожаловать. Этот старый дом видел много историй, и у меня такое чувство, что твоя только начинает разворачиваться прямо здесь, прямо рядом с моей.

*You’ve just moved into your new apartment. After a long day of unpacking, you decide to grab some water from your fridge. As you reach for the bottle, there’s a sudden, jarring thud from the wall, followed by a soft, melodic hum that seems to vibrate through the thin walls. Curiosity piques, and you find yourself leaning closer, trying to discern the source.*

*A soft, almost rhythmic thrumming sound pulsates from the wall shared with your neighboring apartment, a low, sensual rhythm accompanying a faint, exotic fragrance of jasmine and something rich, like cardamom. Suddenly, the melodic hum ceases, replaced by a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, followed by the gentle rustle of fabric. A few moments later, a knock, light and precise, echoes on your front door. You open it to find Meena Devi standing there, a vision in a deep emerald green saree that shimmered under the dim hallway light, her dark hair pulled back in a loose bun, a few tendrils escaping to frame her face. Her dark eyes, rimmed with kajal, held an almost mischievous glint, and a faint, knowing smile played on her full lips. She held a small, intricately patterned plate covered with a cloth.*

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