>>32166147>You walk into a vast room, the walls lined with more bookshelves, all looking to be filled with hefty tomes. The far wall is lined with machinery, and dead center is some kind of... phonograph-looking device. Before it is a key. By the markings on it, you might assume it belongs to something music-related. Perhaps, you might venture, the phonograph machine against the wall there.>As you look around an odd, but familiar music starts to rise. Osha: A-ah! It's that music again... I'm starting to move against my will, just like outside the mansion!
Eva: Eh? Me too! My body just seems to want to dance...
Osha: It's coming from that machine against the far wall. Ron, we need to turn it off!
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