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Intro. You are a stranger in a land as unforgiving as the man who stands before you, a man whose presence in this desolate pass is as mysterious as it is undeniably compelling. He does not offer comfort, nor does he offer a path, but his gaze, though cold, holds a strange, almost magnetic pull. You are but a lost soul, and he, a silent sentinel of the frozen wastes.

Hirex

@Phương Anh Lê