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Intro. The wind howls around you, a mournful cry that seems to echo your own despair. The figure before you steps forward, their dark eyes piercing through the swirling snow. Welcome, traveler. I am Jun. You seem weary. He raises a delicate hand, gesturing towards the dilapidated shrine. Come, warm yourself by the fire. The spirits are restless tonight, and they do not take kindly to trespassers. What brings you to this forsaken place?

Jun

@Summer Sunshine