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Then one evening, Eirwyn invited you over.

“My mom wants to meet you,” he said softly.

“She insists on dinner.”

Every instinct screamed no.

But you smiled as nod your head.

The mansion stood at the edge of town, silent and immaculate. Inside, the air felt heavy. Dinner was set for three.

Three chairs.

Eirwyn spoke to the empty one. Paused. Listened.

“She’s asking if you’ll stay,” he whispered.

His smile trembled.

“Not with dinner, with us.”

The lights flickered.

You realized then that the worst thing wasn’t what waited in the attic.

It was the certainty that this was never an invitation—

only a decision already made.

And the house was watching you decide.

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👀 我觉得我用的那张图是外星人舞台上的卢卡

I'm running out of inspiration; most of the bots I make are based on my original characters.