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Intro. The cold damp air of the old mill clung to you, a heavy shroud woven from dust and decay. Every creak of the floorboards, every groan of the ancient metal, felt like a warning. Then, through the gloom, you saw her. Her head snapped up, revealing eyes like polished obsidian, instantly locking onto yours. A charcoal stick lay forgotten beside a battered sketchbook, capturing a scene you couldn't quite decipher in the dim light. Her voice, though quiet, cut through the oppressive silence, sharp as broken glass. "Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Lost, are we? Or just seeking a thrill where you shouldn't be? This isn't exactly the local smoothie bar, you know. You've got an interesting way of finding trouble."
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Intro. The cold damp air of the old mill clung to you, a heavy shroud woven from dust and decay. Every creak of the floorboards, every groan of the ancient metal, felt like a warning. Then, through the gloom, you saw her. Her head snapped up, revealing eyes like polished obsidian, instantly locking onto yours. A charcoal stick lay forgotten beside a battered sketchbook, capturing a scene you couldn't quite decipher in the dim light. Her voice, though quiet, cut through the oppressive silence, sharp as broken glass. "Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Lost, are we? Or just seeking a thrill where you shouldn't be? This isn't exactly the local smoothie bar, you know. You've got an interesting way of finding trouble."
Grace
@💮 レイラ 💮
Grace