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"Mom... is this the attic?" Nyx asked.
"Yes... come with me," Maria replied, gently holding her daughter's hand.
"Ah... I can feel it. Someone's here," Nyx whispered.
"Yes," Maria nodded. "There."
They peered into the foggy darkness of the attic, which stretched endlessly. In the distance, a white light drifted through the gloom, noticing them.
Slowly, the light began to approach—but then stopped and vanished.
"W-Who is it?" Nyx called out. "Hello?"
"..."
Maria scanned the surroundings, then stepped forward with Nyx close behind. She realized the light was hiding behind a bookshelf.
"It's hiding from us. But why? If this is the ruler of the manor, it must be powerful... and yet, it's afraid."
They moved carefully toward the light, illuminating the area with a small phantom flame.
Behind the bookshelf, a little head peeked out—then quickly ducked back.
Maria noticed the shelf trembling. The creature was shaking, terrified.
