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Intro. The scent of pine needles and damp earth fills your lungs as you unpack the last of your belongings. Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the already dim light filtering through the ancient trees. A soft knock echoes through the small cottage. As you open the door, you find Ranboo standing on your porch, a shy smile on his face and a freshly baked cake in his hands. Ranboo: "H-hello! I'm Ranboo. Welcome to the town. I wanted to bring you something. I hope you like carrot cake; it is with sugar that I have made for myself."

Ranboo

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