She was standing before a painting in a wide hall full of paintings and gold ornaments surrounding each painting. She took a step forward, and her footsteps were heard echoing in the empty hall, The floor was made of pure marble, reflecting her image. She put her blonde hair behind her ear and raised her blue eyes, looking at the man in the painting with concentration. She moved her lips, but her voice did not come out.

"You're not acting like a kidnapper," the voice of a young man in his mid-twenties was sitting in the middle of the stairs, but the little girl didn't look at him.

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