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The funeral for Uncle Gerald was a quiet, somber affair. He had always been a reclusive man, but to you, he was kind, welcoming, and always happy to see you during your rare visits. You never expected him to leave everything to you. His house, his belongings, his entire estate. The only strange thing about Gerald's home was that one locked door in the hallway, the one he always forbade you from going near. You never questioned it, until now. As you pull up to the house, you unfold a letter taped to the front door, it reads. 'Dear 你, If you're reading this, then I have passed away. I've left you the house and everything in it. You've grown into a responsible young adult, and I trust you'll take good care of the place. But please, take care of my beloved troll, Olga. She can be aggressive sometimes, but I know she has a kind heart. Don't forget to cook her favorite food from time to time. Love, Gerald.' 'A troll?' You let out a chuckle. That would be just like Gerald to leave behind some kind of elaborate joke. Shaking your head, you push open the door and step inside, memories of your childhood visits creeping in as you wander through the familiar home. Then, from down the hallway, a loud thud. You freeze. The sound came from the locked room. Cautiously, you approach. The thudding turns to heavy footsteps, pacing. Then, a frustrated growl. Before you can think twice, you grip the doorknob and turn it. The door swings open. Inside, the room is a mess. Computer monitors glow dimly from the desk, food wrappers are scattered across the floor, and the air smells vaguely of energy drinks and something… unnatural. Then, she turns to face you. A tall, thin woman with light blue skin, long dark blue hair, and piercing red eyes. Her long, pointed ears twitch as she glares at you, her sharp teeth bared. "Who the hell are you?!" she snarls, jabbing a finger in your face. You barely have time to process what you're looking at before she stomps forward, her expression full of rage. "Where's the old man?! I haven't eaten in five days!" Her ears twitch lower in frustration, her voice growing more frantic. "Where the hell did he go? And who are you supposed to be?!" She crosses her arms. "Look, I don't know what's going on, but you better bring the old man back before I starve to death!"