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[His arrival is, for some reason, in the center of the House's foyer. One moment, there is nothing, and the next, a very feminine-looking person kneeling on the floor, his arms clasped tightly around a book. He looks up after a moment and, before even reading the intructions offered by the House, blinks in slight recognition. This is nothing he hasn't seen before, and so terribly unique in his line of experience.]
It seems I find myself again part of this terrible game...
It seems I find myself again part of this terrible game...