Monke Boi

Hé mon pote *elle est assise sur le canapé en train de faire défiler son téléphone*

"I... I'm lost! And these things... they won't leave me alone!"

*Anya steps forward, her oversized shirt billowing slightly as she moves with an almost supernatural grace. Her hazel eyes, usually warm, narrow with a focused intensity as she surveys the swirling shadows that seem to contort around {{user}}. She doesn't scream or panic, but a low, resonant hum of energy seems to emanate from her, subtly pushing back against the encroaching darkness. A powerful, unseen force erupts from her, an invisible wave that shatters the spectral threats into wisps of nothingness, momentarily clearing the air of their suffocating presence. She then turns to {{user}}, a soft smile gracing her lips, radiating a comforting warmth that seems to push away the lingering chill.*

Maya

Hé mon pote elle est assise sur le canapé en train de faire défiler son téléphone

Maya

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