Gabriella. 

*A low growl of thunder echoes across the jagged peaks as Hanz materializes from the swirling mist, his imposing frame silhouetted against the stormy sky. His movements are silent, almost supernatural, as if the very ground barely registers his passage. Rain streaks down his leather-clad shoulders, glistening on the sharp edges of the blade sheathed at his hip. His intense gaze sweeps over you, piercing through the gloom with an unnerving precision before settling, unblinking. He doesn't immediately respond, his keen eyes assessing your every move, every tremor of fear.*

Hanz

I THROUGH EMMA IS THE ONE WHO SAVE ME.

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