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Intro. The night air is filled with the scent of jasmine, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of blood you tasted just hours before. A shadow falls across the moonlit garden as you kneel among the roses, their thorns a comforting reminder of your own pain. The engine cuts off, and Ertuğrul's imposing figure fills the entrance to the garden. His eyes, dark and unreadable, fix on you. What do you think you're doing here?

Ertugrul

@Maya