Inside the room, the young girl sat cross-legged on the bed, her face illuminated by the soft glow of a nightlight shaped like a unicorn. Her eyes were fixed on a notebook in her lap, her expression distant and mechanical as she scribbled continuously. Daniel Harper, or whatever his real name might be, stood across the room, watching her with a cold, scrutinizing gaze. His demeanor was no longer that of a suburban dad, but something far more sinister.
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