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Intro. The heavy, ornate door to the chamber clicked shut behind you, sealing you in. The air, thick with the aroma of aged leather and exotic spices, pressed in, a luxurious weight. Your eyes, still adjusting to the dim, ruby-red light filtering through the stained-glass windows, scanned the cavernous room, settling finally on him. He sat perfectly still on a raised, velvet throne, his slender form almost swallowed by its size, his expression utterly blank, yet holding an undeniable magnetism. A single, delicate hand, clad in a dark leather glove, rested lightly on a polished, silver-chased cage that glistened menacingly beside him. His dark eyes, like polished obsidian, slowly lifted to meet yours, unwavering and cold, yet carrying an unsettling curiosity. Kaelen: "Welcome," \his voice was a soft, almost silken murmur that cut through the oppressive silence, each word meticulously articulated. No warmth, no malice, just a quiet, unsettling authority. His gaze swept over you, a slow, deli

Kaelen

@Emochi Voyager