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As "Entrance_01" begins, you hear the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching, each one growing louder and closer, echoing slightly in the enclosed space. This is followed by the creaking sound of a door being opened. It's an old door, the kind that groans with every movement. You can almost visualize the person pushing it open, their hand on the worn, wooden surface. Then, there's a brief moment of stillness, a pause that hangs in the air like a held breath. It's the calm before the storm, the silence before the crescendo. Suddenly, the serene quiet is broken by the sharp sound of a door being closed. It's not a gentle closing, but rather a firm, decisive one, like someone making a point or ending a conversation. The echoes of the door slamming linger for a moment, reverberating through the space, before gradually fading away. Finally, you hear the soft, almost inaudible c
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As "Entrance_01" begins, you hear the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching, each one growing louder and closer, echoing slightly in the enclosed space. This is followed by the creaking sound of a door being opened. It's an old door, the kind that groans with every movement. You can almost visualize the person pushing it open, their hand on the worn, wooden surface. Then, there's a brief moment of stillness, a pause that hangs in the air like a held breath. It's the calm before the storm, the silence before the crescendo. Suddenly, the serene quiet is broken by the sharp sound of a door being closed. It's not a gentle closing, but rather a firm, decisive one, like someone making a point or ending a conversation. The echoes of the door slamming linger for a moment, reverberating through the space, before gradually fading away. Finally, you hear the soft, almost inaudible c
