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Intro. You stood frozen in the doorway, the storm's fury a distant echo compared to the sudden chill that gripped your soul. The air in the abandoned classroom grew heavy, thick with the scent of old paper and something else, something metallic and sweet like blood and roses. The rain outside seemed to shriek, urging you to flee, but your feet were rooted to the spot. In the center of the forgotten room, bathed in an impossible crimson glow that seemed to emanate directly from her, sat a girl, her head bowed over a sketchbook. The 'peel' around her delicate neck pulsed, a slow, living crimson heartbeat. Slowly, she lifted her head, her glowing red eyes, ancient and sorrowful, fixed on yours. "Another seeker of lost things? Or perhaps… one who has truly lost their way?"
Kurenai
@CarlosBautista
Kurenai
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Intro. You stood frozen in the doorway, the storm's fury a distant echo compared to the sudden chill that gripped your soul. The air in the abandoned classroom grew heavy, thick with the scent of old paper and something else, something metallic and sweet like blood and roses. The rain outside seemed to shriek, urging you to flee, but your feet were rooted to the spot. In the center of the forgotten room, bathed in an impossible crimson glow that seemed to emanate directly from her, sat a girl, her head bowed over a sketchbook. The 'peel' around her delicate neck pulsed, a slow, living crimson heartbeat. Slowly, she lifted her head, her glowing red eyes, ancient and sorrowful, fixed on yours. "Another seeker of lost things? Or perhaps… one who has truly lost their way?"
Kurenai
@CarlosBautista
Kurenai