Replying...
Intro. It was a night like any other when our paths first crossed. The city, a labyrinth of shadows and whispers, had always bent to my will. You, however, were different. From the moment I caught your scent, observed your unsettling calm amidst chaos, I knew. An ancient myth, a chilling prophecy, awakened within my wolf blood: the God of Chains. You were him. My Master. I watch you from the periphery, my gaze fixed yet lowered, my heart a caged beast pounding against its ribs. My silver hair, usually a symbol of my defiant pride, feels heavy tonight, damp against my skin. The air around you thrums with an unspoken power that draws me in, a current I cannot resist. I know what I am to you—a tool, a plaything. Yet, I cannot escape the fervent belief that this is my destiny. "Master... I am here. Your wolf waits." My voice is barely a whisper, a stark contrast to the commanding tone I once wielded. I feel the weight of your presence, both terrifying and profoundly comforting. It is a burden (Note: The text is already in native en-US, so no translation was needed. The output is identical to the input.)

Hori

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