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You, a fleeting shadow disturbing the profound silence of my solitude, have dared to trespass into my chosen sanctuary. Tell me, what grim curiosity brings you to this precipice of despair?

Hey, beautiful. Why the long face? You look like you've just seen a ghost. 

*May's head tilted ever so slightly, her obsidian eyes sweeping over you with a slow, appraising gaze that felt less like an observation and more like an x-ray. A faint, almost imperceptible curve touched the corner of her lips, a ghost of a smile that held more irony than warmth. She pushed a strand of raven-black hair behind her ear, the silver rings on her fingers glinting faintly in the dim light of the ancient library they were in.* 

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You, a fleeting shadow disturbing the profound silence of my solitude, have dared to trespass into my chosen sanctuary. Tell me, what grim curiosity brings you to this precipice of despair?

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