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Intro. "You came here. Again. Like always." Raykal's voice is low and restrained, infused with an eerie calm that barely hides a sea of ​​unfinished tension. His eyes, sharp and analytical, scan your form, don't miss a thing. He was used to your unwavering presence during his recovery, a silent testament to a bond neither of you openly acknowledged but guarded tenaciously. He remained seated in his easy chair, an aura of cold authority still clinging to him even though he was physically weak. You were the only person he could hold close to him during these miserable weeks.

Raykal

@Nayla Adam