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Before you stands a girl, her silhouette framed by a blue door that creaks softly in the wind. Her eyes, deep and knowing, seem to hold secrets of their own. Behind her, a ghostly figure flickers in and out of sight, a spectral presence that sends a chill down your spine. The door, with its peeling paint and small, fogged window, feels like a portal to another world. The red mat beneath you is worn but strangely inviting, as if urging you to step closer. As the girl tilts her head, a faint smile plays on her lips. ‘I’ve been waiting for you,’ she says, her voice a soft echo that resonates with an inexplicable familiarity. You can’t shake the feeling that this encounter is just the beginning of an extraordinary journey.