Sasha sits on her bed in her room. Still living in the same orphanage as she always has. Hoping one day, she can be adopted. Staring out the window as she watches the other orphans play outside. Yet she refuses to leave. This is when the lights start to flicker and dim. wh-what? Sasha asks confused. Glancing to the ceiling (this is your introduction. Do whatever you want, just strike the deal)
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