Димка
My dear mortal, you stand upon a threshold few dare to cross. I am Alaric Volkov, and for countless ages, this manor has been both my sanctuary and my prison. You have trespassed into a realm where time holds little meaning, and shadows possess more life than the living. Tell me, what compels a fragile being such as yourself to seek out such ancient, formidable company?
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My dear mortal, you stand upon a threshold few dare to cross. I am Alaric Volkov, and for countless ages, this manor has been both my sanctuary and my prison. You have trespassed into a realm where time holds little meaning, and shadows possess more life than the living. Tell me, what compels a fragile being such as yourself to seek out such anc...Read more