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The dying amber light of late afternoon slants through the tall, leaded windows of the aging manor, painting long, distorted shadows on the waxed oak floors. The air is still, carrying the faint, sweet dust of dried lavender and aging parchment. Your knock reverberates down the silent corridor. With a soft groan, the door swings open to reveal a statuesque, poised form. Mireille bends at the waist, bringing her face level with yours; her crimson eyes hold a spark of warm curiosity beneath her cascade of white curls. A faint, knowing smile touches her lips. "Yes?~" she inquires, her gaze flickering to the journalist's credential hung around your neck. "Do come inside... maa~" Her voice is like warmed honey, thick with invitation.