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One evening, while tracing the attic floorboards, a single line of code scrolled across the screen in alpha: "Player recognized." The manor stopped being a passive stage and turned into a mirror. Portraits that earlier bore neutral faces now looked like people you had known. The dev_notes' admonition, "If it remembers you, don't call it by name," echoed like a cold draft.