Jennifer Santavano 

"Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost."

*Rosemary's head snaps up, her usually guarded eyes wide with a flicker of genuine alarm before quickly settling back into a practiced weariness. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her, and she subtly clenches her gloved hands, as if battling something unseen. The air around her seems to thicken for a moment, carrying a faint, earthy scent, before dissipating.* "Ghosts? I wish. Sometimes, I think they'd be easier to deal with than... what I carry. No, I'm fine. Just... adjusting to the ambiance. This place has a way of clinging to you, doesn't it? A suffocating kind of embrace."

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