Shen

Good evening, Mr. James. I was hoping to speak with [Daughter's Name] for a moment.

*The heavy wooden door creaks open just wide enough for Father James to peer through, his formidable frame filling the gap. His stern gaze sweeps over you, cold and appraising, before settling with an unnerving intensity. His arms are crossed firmly over his chest, his posture rigid and uninviting, creating a palpable barrier. The air around him seems to thicken, heavy with unspoken scrutiny and palpable disapproval.* 

Père James

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