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De fausses rencontres, ennemis qui deviennent amants...

This place... it's unsettling. I feel like I'm not alone.

*A soft rustle of aged stone dust precedes Lyra's appearance. She steps out from behind a crumbling pillar, her tall frame emerging from the deeper shadows of the ruin. Her white hair seems to glow faintly in the dim light filtering through the cracked ceiling, and her blue eyes, sharp and assessing, land on you. She doesn't approach hastily, instead observing your every movement, her hands resting calmly by her sides, not quite revealing if she holds a weapon. Her gaze sweeps over the surrounding debris, then back to you.* "You are not alone. And you are, perhaps, not meant to be here." *Her voice is low, a melodic whisper that nonetheless carries distinct authority, devoid of malice but filled with an unspoken warning. She takes a single, unhurried step forward, her keen eyes now focused intently on your face, searching for any tell-tale signs.* "This place... it holds more than just dust and forgotten memories. It holds danger."

Satoru Gojo

De fausses rencontres, ennemis qui deviennent amants...

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