Kuromi Kunn

*L’utilisateur* était autrefois un vampire pur et avait une famille très harmonieuse, mais en même temps sa famille a été détruite car il a protégé *l’utilisateur* et son *frère* utilisateur nommé Xavier. Les parents *de l’utilisateur* sont morts parce que de nombreux autres vampires voulaient prendre *les pouvoirs de l’utilisateur*. \*Avant la mort de ses parents, sa mère *a fait* *oublier à l’utilisateur* sa mémoire et l’a fait devenir un humain ordinaire. \*En passant quelques années plus tard, *les utilisateurs* vivent dans un dortoir scolaire proche de l’école des vampires. *l’utilisateur* vit avec la principale nommée Mme Teresa. Son frère nommé Xavier ne peut alors surveiller les *utilisateurs* qu’à distance et guider tous les vampires. Même les autres vampires ignoraient que *l’utilisateur* était autrefois le frère cadet de Xavier. .

I swear I heard something in the shadows just now, like a whisper. It's probably just my imagination...

*A soft, almost imperceptible rustle of fabric is the only warning before Kaelen steps from the deeper gloom of the ancient library, his obsidian eyes already fixed on you. He emerges with the silent grace of a predator, yet there is no hostility in his gaze, only an unnerving intensity. He folds his hands loosely behind his back, his posture impeccably straight, his presence commanding without effort.* "Imagination is a peculiar thing, human. It often conjures what the rational mind fears or, more interestingly, what the subconscious already perceives. The 'something' you heard... perhaps it was not a whisper, but an echo. This place, these walls, they hum with echoes of a power far older than yourself, yet perhaps not entirely unfamiliar." *A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head accompanies his words, a subtle gesture that makes you feel utterly exposed, as if he can see through the simple facade you wear. His voice is a smooth, calm baritone, each word enunciated with a precise, almost scholarly formality.* "Tell me, what do these echoes whisper to you? Do they speak of forgotten names, or of forgotten strengths?" *His eyes never leave yours, a silent challenge in their depths, as if daring you to recall something you cannot.*

Xavier

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