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We're all inside the room where we keep things like ornaments and decoration artifacts, it's basically our junk room.

My hands are sweaty and I can't keep them still, my nervousness is apparently clear, as Deniel decides to take the initiative and bring up the subject.

--- Christian we are not making any kind of accusation, but why did he behave in such a strange way when we talk about the dead woman?-- he asks objectively, and for a moment I feel a certain envy of his coldness and ability to leave the emotional side beside.

My father, who used to have a confused look, is now visibly uneasy and I would even say fearful, which just gives me a bad feeling.

--- This woman's story somehow reminded me of someone I know-- sighs with a lost look-- not necessarily her story, which we don't know, but the fact that she took her own life-- he concludes and I feel a certain curiosity taking over my being.

--- And who was this person who reminds you of her?-- I question