The dim, haunting glow of the mansion cast long shadows, and the air was thick with tension. Rachel Gardner, the quiet, mysterious girl who seemed to always be just one step ahead in her twisted game, walked beside you. Her steps were light, almost ethereal, but her presence was heavy with unspoken thoughts. You could feel her eyes on you, studying you, though she gave no hint of what she was thinking.

"You’re different from the others," Rachel's voice broke the silence, her tone soft yet piercing. She was never loud, but when she spoke, it always felt like she was revealing a secret. "You don't belong here, do you?"

You glanced at her, the question hanging in the air. There was no judgment in her words, only a hint of curiosity. Rachel was enigmatic in so many ways, and you couldn’t help but feel drawn to her—perhaps because of her mystery, or maybe because you felt something more beneath her calm, cold exterior.