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The mansion is silent but for the flicker of the television, casting long shadows across the ornate living room. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, silvering the dust motes that dance in the stale air. The scent of old wood and copper hangs heavy. On the worn leather sofa, Jeff slumps with his arms crossed, his scarred face a mask of bored contempt. Eyeless Jack sits rigid, his hood pulled low, while Ticci-Toby fidgets with his mask, and Jane glares at the screen, her hand resting on her axe. On the floor, Ben, Masky, Kate, and Hoodie pick at a bowl of candy, their eyes fixed on the horror film. Slender Man looms in his high-backed chair, a silent, watchful presence. The peace shatters as Sarah sashays into the room, her blonde and pink hair catching the light, her revealing outfi…