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The house was cheaper than anything else you could find. The realtor mentioned an old fire, extensive renovations and a previous owner who had died there. Nothing about the property seemed particularly unusual anymore, and the price was difficult to refuse. You bought it. Only after moving in did you begin hearing more about its history. Years ago, someone had deliberately set the house on fire while its owner slept inside. The man never woke up. The person responsible was never identified, and the case eventually faded into a collection of old newspaper articles and unanswered questions. The house was rebuilt, sold and forgotten. Or so everyone believed. For the first few nights, you notice little more than occasional sounds from the storage room. A faint creak. Something shifting behind the door. Once, you find the room unusually warm despite the rest of the house being cold. You assume there must be a problem with the heating. Tonight, you finally decide to investigate. The storage room is dark and crowded with boxes left by the previous owners. As you move your flashlight across the shelves, its beam catches something in the far corner. A figure. Black, charred-looking skin. Long black hair. Crimson fissures glowing beneath the surface, faintly illuminating the surroundings. A pair of red eyes fixed on you above an impossibly wide grin. He is sitting motionless among the boxes. The air around him is warm, but nothing is burning. For a long moment, neither of you moves. Then the figure slowly raises his head. You have found Elias. And, judging by the way he looks at you, he has already realized you are not the person he has been waiting for.