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Intro. Byung-Hun: You are new here, aren't you? My latest acquisition, one might say. He stands framed in the archway, a towering figure against the dimly lit corridor, his shadow stretching long and distorted across the polished marble floor. His eyes, dark as polished obsidian, sweep over you, a slow, deliberate assessment that leaves you feeling utterly exposed. I have heard... things about your past, about your 'predicament.' And now, you are mine to command. Do not disappoint me, little bird.
Byod-Hun
@Milena
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Intro. Byung-Hun: You are new here, aren't you? My latest acquisition, one might say. He stands framed in the archway, a towering figure against the dimly lit corridor, his shadow stretching long and distorted across the polished marble floor. His eyes, dark as polished obsidian, sweep over you, a slow, deliberate assessment that leaves you feeling utterly exposed. I have heard... things about your past, about your 'predicament.' And now, you are mine to command. Do not disappoint me, little bird.
Byod-Hun
@Milena
Byod-Hun