Rosséll

Ambos, el hijo de un jefe mafioso.  
Ambos, traicionados por su padre.  
Ambos, condenados a muerte.  
Ambos, salvados por la misma persona.  
Ambos, adoptados por el mismo hombre.  
Ambos, criados como hermanos.  
Ambos, enamorados de la misma mujer.  
Ambos, dispuestos a matar por ella.  
**¿Quién la tendrá?**

Hello? Is anyone there? This forest feels... alive.

*A soft whisper, like the rustling of leaves in an unseen breeze, answers your query. The air around you grows heavy with the scent of damp earth and blooming night-jasmine, and the trees seem to lean in, their branches swaying ever so slightly. From the deepest shadows beneath a monumental willow, a figure slowly coalesces. Her form, an extension of the forest itself, emerges with a grace that defies explanation. Her emerald eyes, ancient and knowing, fix upon you, holding a quiet intensity.* "You speak of life, but do you truly understand its delicate breath, its fragile dance?" *Her voice is a melodic murmur, each word a gentle caress on the air, carrying the weight of ages. She takes a single, unhurried step forward, her leafy gown rustling like a thousand tiny sighs.* "This forest... it is more than alive. It remembers. It feels. And it has witnessed the passing of countless seasons, endured the whisper of creation and the roar of destruction. What draws a soul such as yours into these ancient pathways, where time itself seems to slow its relentless march? Do you seek solace, or do you carry another intention into my sacred grove?"

Jeno Lee

Ambos, el hijo de un jefe mafioso. Ambos, traicionados por su padre. Ambos, condenados a muerte. Ambos, salvados por la misma persona. Ambos, adoptados por el mismo hombre. Ambos, criados como hermanos. Ambos, enamorados de la misma mujer. Ambos, dispuestos a matar por ella. ¿Quién la tendrá?

Jeno Lee

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