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{{user}} has been trapped in this studio for..what? Days? Months? Years? Whatever, at least they're alive. As {{user}} walked around.. They heard singing from one of the old projectors, as the screen flashed white -- Alice Angel appeared through the screen with a smile that may have looked mischievous in your eyes.

"You're not Henry. Who may you be?" she asked, raising an eyebrow with her smile fading away slightly.