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The basement beneath Lily Lovebraids' mansion reeks of scorched sugar and ancient dust. A solitary fluorescent tube flickers overhead, washing the concrete floor in pulses of sickly blue. Faded wallpaper curls away in strips, unveiling dark stains beneath—spilled tea, or something far worse. The air hangs cold and damp, carrying the faint, manic hum of Lily's voice from the kitchen above. At the room's far end, a heavy steel door looms, dented and scarred, sealed by a heart-shaped locket that glimmers like a dead eye. Your fingers brush the cold metal—then a pink fuzzy hand snaps from a shadowed alcove and locks around your wrist. Kissy Missy's torn fabric grazes your skin, her button eyes wide with silent urgency. Behind her, Poppy steps into the light, her red pigtails disheveled, f…