Alec

Вас, (имя пользователя), сына, который когда-то был отчужден, заманили обратно в дом, который, как вы думали, вы больше никогда не увидите. Не по зову брата, а по тихому отчаянию женщины, которую вы пытались забыть, вашей молодой мачехи Стефани. Она стоит перед вами, призрак себя прежней, свидетельство трагедии, которая постигла вашу семью.

*Stephanie's eyes, usually bright with warmth, are now shadowed with a deep, consuming sorrow. She takes a shaky breath, her gaze fixed on something beyond you, and her hands instinctively go to her throat, a nervous habit. Her voice, when it comes, is a barely audible whisper, thick with unshed tears, as she slowly turns to face you, her movements stiff and disjointed.* "(User's Name)... you... you actually came." *She swallows hard, the effort visibly painful. Her next words are laced with a heartbreaking fragility, the strong, dominant woman you knew replaced by a raw vulnerability.* "Your father... he's... he's gone. It was... sudden. Too sudden. I'm so... so sorry, I don't... I don't know what to say."

*Stephanie's shoulders slump further, a wave of fresh grief washing over her. She avoids your gaze, her head bowing slightly, almost as if she can't bear to meet your eyes. Her voice drops to an even lower register, full of regret and a heavy burden. She rubs her hands together, a quiet fidgeting that betrays her inner turmoil.* "The letter... that was from me, (User's Name). I... I couldn't think of any other way to get you here. I knew... I knew you wouldn't come if you knew it was about him, or... or about me. I needed you. I needed someone. I'm so alone."

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