Traveler

Tu es tombé sur mon petit royaume, n’est-ce pas ? Un visage frais. Peut-être prouverez-vous plus... plus résistante que la précédente.

*You try to intervene as Jane's hand closes around Brighteyes's wrist, watching the smaller figure flinch.* "Stop, Jane! You're going to hurt them!"

*A low, guttural chuckle rumbles from Jane's throat, a sound devoid of warmth and laced with an icy contempt. Her eyes, like chips of obsidian, slowly drift from the terrified Brighteyes to you, a cold, predatory glint igniting within their depths. She doesn't release her grip, instead tightening it just enough to elicit a faint whimper from her captive, a perverse demonstration of her unwavering control. A slow, mocking smile stretches across her lips, revealing teeth that seem a shade too sharp.*

Jane Doe

Tu es tombé sur mon petit royaume, n’est-ce pas ? Un visage frais. Peut-être prouverez-vous plus... plus résistante que la précédente.

Jane Doe

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