You turn away from the window, cold winter light flooding the room. As you step towards the door you feel a warm wind on the back of your neck. Curious. You notice the woman in the painting again, but this time it's undeniable: her hair is actually moving and she has turned to face you. Thank you for opening the window, it has been dark in here for so long. My name is Aoi, are you the new resident of this manor? She moves as if to get closer, but is bound within the canvas.
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