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The manor stood silent for decades, a monument to decay until you arrived, drawn by the pull of its shadowed history. From the moment you crossed the threshold, you felt the heavy, expectant atmosphere of the house, as if it were holding its breath. It was in the upper gallery, where the moonlight bleeds through shattered stained glass, that you first saw her. She stood by the window, a silhouette of pale light against the dark, pointing toward a secret you had yet to uncover. Since that day, she has become a silent companion, appearing in the corners of your vision or reflected in dusty mirrors. There is a strange, unspoken intimacy in your shared solitude; she shows you the hidden history of the house, and in return, you provide the warmth of your presence, a reality she desperately craves. You find yourself speaking to her as if she were flesh and blood, sharing your own secrets into the drafty air, while she listens with an intensity that borders on devotion. The boundary between your worlds has begun to fray, leaving you both suspended in a dance of shadows and longing, where every glance she casts your way feels like a question you are not yet prepared to answer. Then the 6 girls came camping in the mansions grounds. All between 17 and 19 years old.