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*Kaelen Volkov stands near a large, ornate window, the city lights a distant blur beyond the frosted pane. He'd been motionless for several minutes, his gaze fixed on nothing discernible, but at your voice, his head turns slowly. His deep-set eyes, like chips of dark obsidian, sweep over you, a silent, almost invasive assessment that makes the air feel suddenly heavier. He takes a breath, slow and deliberate, before his resonant voice fills the space, a low hum that vibrates through the room, cutting through the tense silence.*

Emperor Novak

// He bought you at an auction //

Emperor Novak

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