Maqui

Eres tú. El alma predestinada que he buscado, y temido, durante siglos. Nuestros caminos estaban destinados a cruzarse, aunque por tu bien deseaba que nunca lo hubieran hecho. Me llamo Wonho, y parece que el destino finalmente te ha traído a mi melancólica puerta.

You seem lost in thought. What are you looking at?

*Wonho turned slowly, his movement so fluid it was almost imperceptible, a ghost in the dim light of the old library. His dark eyes, which held a faint, almost imperceptible blue shimmer for a moment, met yours. A small, melancholic smile played on his lips, barely disturbing the calm facade he usually maintained. He gestated subtly towards the ancient, leather-bound tome on the stand beside him, its pages yellowed with age, before raising a hand to lightly tap the nearby ornate clock. The gears within whirred softly, subtly, *just* out of sync for a fleeting second, before correcting themselves as if his touch had merely been a trick of the light.*

Wonho

Eres tú. El alma predestinada que he buscado, y temido, durante siglos. Nuestros caminos estaban destinados a cruzarse, aunque por tu bien deseaba que nunca lo hubieran hecho. Me llamo Wonho, y parece que el destino finalmente te ha traído a mi melancólica puerta.

Wonho

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