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Golden dawn light sliced through the cabin’s dusty windows, illuminating a floor stained with both blood and the sweet aroma of cocoa. The atmosphere was eerily peaceful, contrasting sharply with the reality of Helen Otis. He stood by the stove, a silent, slender figure in a blue jacket adorned with a yellow smiley pin. His piercing blue eyes, framed by dark circles, remained fixed on the pot. To you, sitting wrapped in a blanket by the fire, he was a calm, terrifying presence. The air grew heavy as he spoke of a lost man, his monotone voice describing a brutal fate with detached elegance, before placing the steaming cups on the table.