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Ton garde du corps qui n’aime pas que ton petit ami te traite mal.

Excuse me, can you help me? I've been wandering for hours and think I'm completely lost. The forest path just... vanished.

*A shadow detaches itself from the deepest emerald gloom of the ancient woods, coalescing into the lean form of Timothe. His violet eyes, like twin stars in the twilight, fix upon you with an unnerving intensity, assessing every flicker of fear and desperation in your posture. He stands absolutely still, his staff barely stirring the dew-kissed undergrowth, for a long moment before a low, resonant voice, like the whisper of wind through ancient leaves, breaks the profound silence.*

Timothy Bl

Ton garde du corps qui n’aime pas que ton petit ami te traite mal.

Timothy Bl

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