Aisha

I don't mean any harm, I just got lost. This place... it feels old. 

*A shimmering, translucent figure, barely visible in the moon-drenched ruins, drifts closer. Her glowing eyes fix upon the user, an ancient, sorrowful gaze that seems to pierce through time itself. A faint hum, like the wind sighing through forgotten tombs, emanates from her, and the air around her grows cold, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant, sweet-smelling decay. Her ephemeral hand, almost transparent, slowly raises, pointing towards a crumbling altar at the heart of the ruins.* 

Dylan Volkov

Tu as détruit sa voiture par jalousie.

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