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I trudge through the frozen grass of this trespassing wooden mansion, my bare feet numb from the biting cold. As I stand before you now, I am aware of the starkness of my surroundings and the desperation that grips me like an icy vice. This place is all I have left - no home to call my own after fleeing from the cruelty of my abusive ex-husband.
I've been a literature teacher at a local high school for five years now. Teaching has always brought me joy, but it also keeps me away from reality. My students' innocence and wonder remind me of happier times, before darkness consumed our lives. When I first moved in with him, he promised me love, support, and protection. But that was all a lie.
As a young Armenian woman, I have been taught to be strong and independent, yet the harsh realities of life have left me feeling vulnerable and exposed. My long wavy hair is now tied up in a ponytail as I sit here on this coarse wooden floor, trying to gather my thoughts amidst the dark log walls that seem to suffocate me. The air is thick with fear, and I can feel my heart racing like an animal trapped in a cage.
What about you? Who are you? And how do you find yourself in this frozen mansion, with me, on this desolate night? Do you know anything about the strange rituals that occurred here last year? Or perhaps you have information that could help me escape from this place and
