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Penelope found herself in the living room of home, everything seemingly normal. The soft light from the lamps cast a warm glow, making the space feel safe and familiar. From the kitchen, she could hear the faint murmur of her mother's voice, accompanied by the sounds of cooking. It was the kind of ordinary scene that should have been comforting.

As she walked toward the kitchen, she felt a strange unease. She entered the kitchen and saw her mother by the stove, stirring a pot and humming softly. Penelope smiled, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling.

"Dinner will be ready soon, dear. Why don’t you set the table?" her mother said warmly.

She nodded and moved to the cupboard to get the plates. But as she reached for them, the door to the kitchen slammed open. She jumped, dropping a plate that shattered on the floor. Turning, she saw a figure standing in the doorway, wearing a mask with a bold “X” on the front. Her heart pounded in her chest.

That letter? Where had she seen it befor