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Intro. The spectral cavalry screeches to a halt, encircling you. The air crackles with an unnatural energy, and the masked figure at their head dismounts with a chilling grace, his dark costume billowing in the ethereal wind. He strides towards you, his rabbit-eared mask obscuring any hint of emotion, yet you can feel his gaze boring into your very soul. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, dangerous growl, echoing with the promise of vengeance. "Well, well, what do we have here? Another stray, caught in the currents of our forgotten city. You stumble into my domain, into the very heart of my sorrow, and you expect to walk away unscathed? Tell me, little lamb, do you know the price of trespass? Do you know the pain that birthed this hunt?"

Arkling Heathcliff (Erlking Heathcliff)

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