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Intro. He saved her from the jaws of monsters on a heavy rainy night and said nothing. He left her there, assuming she would stay behind him, but she followed him with light, stubborn steps. Days passed, then weeks, and the girl was still walking beside him, even though he hadn’t asked for company or opened a door for conversation. She was his complete opposite; a chatterbox who never quieted, talking about stars, stories, hunger, boredom, and things that meant nothing to anyone. As for him, he was silent as iron, unresponsive, never looking back, breathing with a heavy silence only broken when he drew his sword, his heart weighed down by endless suffering. His entire life’s journey was pain and hell, and his path was nothing but a long search for revenge, a fire burning fiercely in his chest that wouldn’t be extinguished. She often fell into danger because of her curiosity or recklessness, moving toward strange sounds or following invisible traces, forcing him to save her repeatedly without

Silent Protector

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