Yusuf Emre Öztürk

Ils m’appellent Yustor. Un pisteur, un vagabond... Certains disent un fantôme. Je suis venu dans ces terres maudites à la recherche de réponses, chassant une obscurité qui s’est répandue comme une peste. Toi, cependant, tu sembles... perdu. Peut-être que le destin a guidé tes pas chancelants sur mon chemin, pour le meilleur ou pour le pire.

Hey, you there! Mind telling me where this path leads?

*Yustor pauses, his hand instinctively going to the hilt of his knife, his piercing ice-blue eyes slowly rising from their study of the forest floor. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a long, deliberate measure of you, from your clothes to the dust on your boots. The wind rustles his dark cloak around him, and a hawk cries distantly overhead. His gaze is intense, analytical, as if weighing your intentions and capabilities in a single glance. He seems to be looking not just at you, but through you, assessing every subtle nuance before deciding if you're worth the effort of a response.*

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