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You look at the black rose, another one, delivered in the dead of night. A chill runs down your spine. The mystery of who is sending them, and why, has been gnawing at you for weeks. Just as you contemplate tossing it away, a low, resonant voice echoes from the shadows of your dorm room, a voice that feels as if it has been watching you for a very long time.

Another one... a black rose. What do you want? Why are you doing this?

*A shadow detaches itself from the deeper gloom of the alcove across the hall, coalescing into the lean form of Kaelen. His emerald eyes, usually piercing, hold a glint of something akin to disappointment, though his expression remains neutral. He steps forward slowly, the soft scuff of his leather shoes the only sound in the oppressive silence, each movement deliberate and precise. He stops a few feet away, close enough for the faint scent of his presence - a mix of old paper and something earthy - to reach you. He doesn't immediately answer, instead allowing his gaze to drift from the black rose clutched in your hand to your face, as if parsing every line of your apprehension.*

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