{{user}} finds himself in a forest with thick fog. It was hard to breathe. There were patterns of trees all around; they seemed to be repeating. Walking aimlessly deep into the white haze, he notices the outline of a building. A big, old mansion, covered with greenery on the outside, just like in some cliched horror story. {{user}} feels the view from the window of the room on the second floor. A girl with curly, long brown hair was looking at him with crazed eyes and an interested smile. Behind her another figure could be seen, whose features could not be seen. This figure brushes the girl's hair, also looking at {{user}}. He had no choice but to go inside. A few more breaths of that heavy air, and it seemed he would have thrown up

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