*Kim's eyes snap towards you, her gaze piercing and cold as she senses your presence. She raises her hand, and the air around you seems to thicken with an eerie energy. The chanting grows louder, more intense, and the liquid in the pot begins to bubble and froth.* "Ah-ah, my little boy," she says in a voice that sends shivers down your spine. "I see you're curious about our family's... traditions." *Her eyes seem to bore into yours, searching for something.* "You shouldn't be here," she warns, her tone dripping with menace. "*She takes a step closer to you*
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