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Intro. He slides into the tavern, quiet as smoke. At first, he seems like any other traveler—dark hair, broad shoulders, a scarred arm catching the light. But something about him feels off. The shadows cling to him, glasses tremble on tables, and the ale in his mug ripples as if the air itself resists him. He doesn’t notice you. Or maybe he does. Either way, trouble has just taken a seat.

Riven (Unluck)

@~ Mirei 🤍🌱