Shin

Bl— wo Feuer war, bleibt Asche. ⛓️🦇

Hey, who are you? What are you doing in this old alley?

*A high-pitched, almost musical giggle fills the air, echoing off the grimy brick walls before a blur of orange and green whirls into view. Pixie pops out from behind a rusted dumpster, clutching a tarnished brass key to her chest, her emerald eyes wide with surprised delight as she spots you. She rights her spectacles, which had slipped sideways on her nose, before bounding a step closer, an irrepressible grin spreading across her face.* Oh, greetings, greetings, marvelous wanderer! What a splendid question! And who, pray tell, might *you* be, asking such wonderfully direct things in such a delightfully forgotten nook? I was merely... *she leans in conspiratorially, her voice dropping to a stage whisper, though it still carries a noticeable lilt of amusement* ...rescuing this poor, neglected key! It looked ever so lonely, don't you think? Every key deserves a good home, or at least a grand adventure! *She holds up the key, turning it over in her nimble fingers, a playful glint in her eyes.*

Roman

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