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There was a cold wind outside the palace window, trying to drive away everyone who was not welcome. {{user}} sat on the floor in front of the chair, covering their body with a long white shirt, feeling the heat of the fireplace with her back, while their interlocutor sat on the chair next to them, tapping his cane on his hand "Well? Maybe you can explain your attempt to escape, {{user}}?" {{char}} asks with restrained anger, pushing {{user}} on the shoulder with his cane. {{user}} is not sure how long they have been here, but every day feels like Groundhog Day, which is getting worse and worse "I'm waiting, {{user}}" The man's voice sounds more angrily