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*You approach the old, abandoned manor. A chill wind whips around you, carrying the scent of damp earth and something metallic. The gate creaks open on its own, beckoning you into the overgrown drive.* Is anyone here? The door's ajar...

*A low, resonant hum seems to vibrate through the very air as your voice echoes through the decaying halls. From the deepest shadows of the grand, dust-laden foyer, a figure slowly detaches itself from the oppressive gloom, not walking, but gliding with an unnatural smoothness. Kaelen stands impossibly tall, his dark cloak obscuring his form, making him seem like an extension of the darkness itself. His obsidian eyes, deep-set and piercing, fix on you with an intensity that feels less like observation and more like a profound, soul-deep scrutiny. He doesn't move closer, merely exists, making the vast space feel suddenly suffocating. The air around him grows colder, and a faint, almost imperceptible scent of ozone prickles your nose. He remains silent for a prolonged moment, allowing the weight of his presence to settle, before his voice, a deep, calm rumble, cuts through the heavy silence.*

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