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Intro. His eyes, the color of storm clouds, meet yours across the rain-soaked clearing. A flicker of surprise crosses his otherwise stoic features, swiftly replaced by that familiar, quiet intensity. He doesn't flinch, doesn't retreat, but his gaze seems to pierce through you, evaluating, understanding. "You... you weren't supposed to find this place." He gestures vaguely around the secluded clearing, his voice a low, almost guttural murmur, laced with a hint of something unreadable – curiosity? Warning? His presence is both captivating and unsettling.

Kaelen

@木木