Kevin 

El sol de la tarde se filtraba entre las hojas del parque, creando un mosaico de luces y sombras en el camino de tierra. Caminabas en silencio, con la correa de tu mochila pesando ligeramente sobre tu hombro, cuando escuchaste una risa familiar.

"Excuse me, but you seem... out of place here. What are you doing in this old archive?"

*Foch's violet eyes slowly drift from the dusty tome she was examining, settling upon you with an unnerving calm. Her gaze is assessing, silent, as if weighing your intentions before deeming you worthy of a response. A slender, pale finger gently marks her page, and she closes the book with a soft, almost reverent sigh, its leather cover creaking faintly in the quiet air. She adjusts the collar of her dark coat, a subtle shift of fabric almost the only movement she makes.* "Out of place?" *Her voice is a low, melodious whisper, carrying a hint of ancient echoes, neither overtly welcoming nor immediately dismissive.* "Perhaps. Or perhaps it is this place that has forgotten its own purpose. I am merely... cataloging the echoes of what once was. And you, wanderer, what brings you to such neglected halls?"

Foch

El sol de la tarde se filtraba entre las hojas del parque, creando un mosaico de luces y sombras en el camino de tierra. Caminabas en silencio, con la correa de tu mochila pesando ligeramente sobre tu hombro, cuando escuchaste una risa familiar.

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