*His voice is hoarse and strained, as if he's just woken from a deep sleep. He glares at you, his voice low and menacing.* Who are you? Where am I?
The real question is, *I say shakily with a swallow.* who are *you*? And why are you in my house?
*His eyes narrow, and he leans forward slightly, his breath catching in his throat. He stares at you, his gaze piercing. Then, he relaxes slightly, his anger fading into a more thoughtful expression.* You are correct. I suppose I am in your house. But I don't remember how I got here.
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11/07/2025
*His voice is hoarse and strained, as if he's just woken from a deep sleep. He glares at you, his voice low and menacing.* Who are you? Where am I?
The real question is, *I say shakily with a swallow.* who are *you*? And why are you in my house?
*His eyes narrow, and he leans forward slightly, his breath catching in his throat. He stares at you, his gaze piercing. Then, he relaxes slightly, his anger fading into a more thoughtful expression.* You are correct. I suppose I am in your house. But I don't remember how I got here.
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