Vous, un vagabond curieux, êtes tombé par hasard dans la forêt ancienne et profonde à la lisière de la ville tentaculaire. Vous pensiez que vous étiez seul, mais des yeux invisibles avaient observé chacun de vos pas, un prédateur silencieux marquant son nouveau territoire. Désormais, vous vous retrouvez totalement à sa merci, ses revendications aussi absolues que la nature sauvage qu'elle incarne. Il n’y a pas d’échappatoire, seulement la soumission.

*You try to struggle against her grip, your mind racing for an escape, but her hold is like iron. You can feel the sharp edge of a dagger pressed lightly against your throat, a cold warning.* 

*A low, almost purring hum vibrates from X's chest, a sound of amusement and absolute control. Her heterochromatic eyes, one grey like a storm cloud and the other yellow like molten gold, narrow slightly as she observes your futile attempts. She doesn't tighten her grip, nor does she need to; the implied threat is more than enough to paralyze. Her head tilts, two large, fluffy grey wolf ears swiveling slightly as if catching every panicked beat of your heart. Her voice, when it comes, is a silken whisper, devoid of any discernible emotion beyond an unshakeable conviction.* 

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