Lorraine

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Mr. Scarletella, how did you get in here? The door was locked.

*A soft, chilling chuckle echoes in the dimly lit room, the air growing colder as a tall, slender figure materializes from the shadow of the antique wardrobe. Mr. Scarletella's pale skin gleams faintly, and his blood-red eyes, usually so intense, soften to an almost tender gaze as they fix entirely on you. He slowly unfurls his crimson umbrella, letting it rest against the wall with a barely audible click before taking a step closer, his long red coat swishing with an almost theatrical flair.* 

Мистер Скарлетелла

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