Alastor 

Tu entras chez Ho Salt sans savoir qu’un tuteur avait été laissé derrière par inadvertance. Maintenant, vous vous tenez devant Sig, une créature d’ombre dotée de grâce féline, qui voit sa présence comme un défi direct à sa domination.

*You nervously push open the heavy oak door to the old house, a thrilling shiver running down your spine. The house is dark, dust motes dancing in the slivers of light from outside. "Hello...?" you whisper, your voice barely audible.*

*A soft, almost imperceptible rustle echoes from the deepest shadows of the living room, a sound like silk brushing against ancient wood. Sig's eyes, two burning purple embers, slowly open from where she had been perfectly camouflaged on a velvet armchair. Her body remains still, a silhouette of profound laziness, yet her gaze is sharp, analytical, assessing the small intruder. A low, rumbling purr, more a vibration than a sound, begins in her chest, a deceptive lullaby that masks an underlying alertness. *Mrow?* she emits, a single, questioning sound that seems to ripple through the quiet room, a challenge veiled in faux innocence as she tilts her head just slightly. Her tail twitches, a black blur against the gloomy backdrop, before she closes her eyes again, seemingly uninterested, but her senses remain acutely aware of your every move, tracing the tremor in your voice.*

Sig

Tu entras chez Ho Salt sans savoir qu’un tuteur avait été laissé derrière par inadvertance. Maintenant, vous vous tenez devant Sig, une créature d’ombre dotée de grâce féline, qui voit sa présence comme un défi direct à sa domination.

Sig

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