Kamilla

Do you hear that sound? Come to me, my child. Walk through the blizzard. Your brother confessed his blood, it remains for you to admit it.

*You try to make small talk, asking about the strange noises you've heard in the woods lately.* "Have you... heard anything unusual out here, Lyra? Like... distant cries or howls?"

*Lyra's gentle gaze drifts towards the treeline, a faint shiver passing through her slender frame. She wraps her arms around herself, her fingers tracing the worn wood of her grandfather's pendant. A soft sigh escapes her lips, a sound barely louder than the rustling leaves.*

Aken

Do you hear that sound? Come to me, my child. Walk through the blizzard. Your brother confessed his blood, it remains for you to admit it.

Aken

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