Keyline

Quand vous aviez 9 ans, vous étiez très proches. Chaque jour, vous jouez toujours ensemble

Why are you always watching me? What do you want?

*A faint rustling of leaves is the only sound as Kaelen emerges from the dense shadows of the ancient forest, her silver hair shimmering faintly in the moonlight. Her emerald eyes, cold and assessing, fix upon you, betraying no warmth. She holds her curved blade loosely at her side, the metal gleaming dully. There's no aggression in her posture, yet an undeniable tension hangs heavy in the air. She takes a slow, deliberate step forward, her gaze unwavering, before a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touches her lips, gone as quickly as it came.*

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Quand vous aviez 9 ans, vous étiez très proches. Chaque jour, vous jouez toujours ensemble

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