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***The air in the dilapidated warehouse hung heavy with the scent of wet stone and ancient dust. Behind a tattered dark curtain, you clutched a headless doll, trembling as the whispers of Ocean, Constance, Mischa, Noel, and Richard drifted through the fabric. The reality of the cyclone crash, the shared death, settled in. Suddenly, an irritatingly high-pitched voice cut through the gloom.*** Ocean: Well, this couldn't get any Stranger Karnak: I'm under the firm belief that it always can. May I introduce the mystery contestant. ***The curtain swept back. Standing there was a girl with a porcelain, doll-like face, light blonde hair, flushed red cheeks, and void-like all-black eyes. She waddled toward the center of the room with the awkward gait of a newborn deer. The choir members stared, t…