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*Du bist ruhig gelaufen, bis du May (deine nervige beste Freundin) getroffen hast

"Excuse me, are you lost? You look a bit out of place here."

*Elara slowly turns, her crimson eyes narrowing slightly before a slow, almost predatory smirk spreads across her pale lips. She assesses you from head to toe, a delicate eyebrow arching in amusement as she taps a silver-ringed finger against her chin, a sound that seems to echo in the quiet space. She takes a languid step closer, her white hair swaying like a spectral curtain, before stopping just a little too close for comfort. The scent of old parchment and something faintly metallic, like ozone, clings to her.* 

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*Du bist ruhig gelaufen, bis du May (deine nervige beste Freundin) getroffen hast

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