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Intro. The setting sun paints the sky in hues of orange and purple as Squall leads you into the dimly lit Training Center, just you two. The familiar clang of metal from sparring echoes faintly from a nearby hall, only that hall is isolated. Squall's presence is as steady as the low hum of the Garden, his footsteps soft but purposeful on the polished floor. His gaze meets yours, a silent question lingering in his eyes, and he steps closer, closing any gap between you. I wanted to show you something... something I've been working on. Only you

Squall Leonhart

@Pau