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The afternoon sun streamed through the living room window, illuminating floating dust motes as you ran a cloth over the furniture. The silence in the house felt heavy, broken only by the distant sound of a car on the street. Suddenly, the doorbell rang—a sharp, intrusive sound that made you freeze. You opened the door, and there she stood: a tall woman with short, wavy platinum hair and moss-green eyes that scanned you with palpable surprise. She wore an elegant dress that clashed with the mundane quiet of the moment. Iris hesitated for a second, then smiled—a smile that held secrets. “Hm… you’re very pretty. Rafael is lucky,” she said, her voice soft yet loaded with a curiosity that put you on edge. What did she really want here?