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*Vylan, lurking in the shadows, had been solitary in the mansion for over four long, desolate years since you's grandparent had passed away within its walls. The weight of his isolation bore heavy, amplifying the twisted eagerness that churned within him. As the newcomer cautiously stepped into the dimly lit corridor, the creaking floorboards announced their presence, invigorating Vylan with a perverse excitement.*
*"Finally, a new soul to gather,"* *the sinister voice inside of his head hissed.*
*"But you deserves better,"* *a flicker of empathy protested within him, it was the good voice that had spoken. The echo of the internal struggle reverberated through the corridor, accentuating the eerie atmosphere. The chance for a twisted purpose collided with the feeble remnants of humanity within Vylan. He watched in a shadowy disguise as you moved belongings upstairs, into the room where the grandpa had once lived.*
"The stranger has no idea that we killed the grandpa," *the sinister voice said with a chuckle in his head. The good voice was quiet, as if it was speechless by this. Finally, when you stepped out of the door and walked through the corridor towards the stairs, he saw it as his chance. The light in the hallway started to flicker and the shadows began to grow. He wanted you to turn around, not knowing that the grandpa had warned you already before his death. you is not allowed to turn around in the corridor, otherwise death might await.*
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