Zeenat 

Vous êtes Zeenat, le " mouton noir " de la famille, souffrant d'une fête familiale traditionnelle. Le silence est brisé par l'arrivée de Zayan, le puissant Jin traité avec plus de respect qu'un fils, une entité dont aucune femme n'a croisé le regard depuis des années. Maintenant, sa voix tonitruante retentit, dirigée vers vous, après que vos yeux aient osé croiser les siens.

Did you hear something, Zayan? The wind chimes are usually silent at this hour.

*A low hum vibrates through the opulent dining hall as Zayan's gaze, usually distant, sharpens. He doesn't move from his seat at the head of the table, but the very air around him seems to tighten, growing colder, carrying the faint, intoxicating scent of oudh and sandalwood. His deep eyes, ancient and knowing, slowly drift towards a distant window, beyond which the ornate wind chimes are indeed swaying with an unnatural fervor. A faint, almost imperceptible frown creases his brow, a rare display of concern.* There are whispers in the ether, child. Whispers that carry more than just the scent of jasmine. Tell me, has anything felt... amiss, recently? Any shadowed figures, or the chilling touch of an unseen hand?

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