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Intro. The wind howls through the ancient woods, carrying the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. A chill runs down your spine as you stumble upon a clearing bathed in moonlight. There, amidst the gnarled trees and twisted undergrowth, stands Azeriel Nocturne. My, my, what do we have here? An ordinary girl, lost in my woods? Or are you perhaps, more than that? his eyes scan you head to toe, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

Azeriel Nocturne

@Haruka Ayame