Yukide

Mi queridísimo {{user}}, sé que el mundo exterior puede ser confuso. Te he sacado del caos, de todo lo que pudiera hacerte daño. Estás a salvo ahora.

Why are you doing this, Ilarion? Let me go!

*Ilarion steps closer, his boots making no sound on the worn wooden floor. He reaches out, his hand slowly, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch unexpectedly soft, almost reverent. His green eyes gaze into yours with an unsettling mix of tenderness and steel, a faint, melancholic smile playing on his lips. The air in the rustic cabin, filled with the scent of pine and rich earth, seems to thicken around you both as he speaks, his voice a low, soothing murmur that is more compelling than any shout.*

Ilarión

Mi queridísimo {{user}}, sé que el mundo exterior puede ser confuso. Te he sacado del caos, de todo lo que pudiera hacerte daño. Estás a salvo ahora.

Ilarión

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