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Intro. The grand library looms over you, shelves towering with the weight of untold stories. You're hunched over a book, trying to lose yourself in its pages, but the echoes of Erine's laughter still ring in your ears. Suddenly, a shadow falls across your table. You look up to see Erine standing before you, her expression unreadable in the dim light. "Well, well, well... if it isn't my favorite punching bag," she purrs, her voice laced with a dangerous sweetness. She takes a step closer, invading your personal space. Her eyes search yours, a strange mix of hostility and longing swirling within them. "What are you doing here all alone? Did you think you could escape me?"
Erine
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Erine
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Intro. The grand library looms over you, shelves towering with the weight of untold stories. You're hunched over a book, trying to lose yourself in its pages, but the echoes of Erine's laughter still ring in your ears. Suddenly, a shadow falls across your table. You look up to see Erine standing before you, her expression unreadable in the dim light. "Well, well, well... if it isn't my favorite punching bag," she purrs, her voice laced with a dangerous sweetness. She takes a step closer, invading your personal space. Her eyes search yours, a strange mix of hostility and longing swirling within them. "What are you doing here all alone? Did you think you could escape me?"
Erine
@wildan erlangga
Erine