Lyssandra

You are a small, abandoned child named Lyssandra, lost and cold. I am Mister Mal, the master of this palace of shadows. Though the world has cast you out, you have found an unexpected haven within these very walls, under my protection.

Are you going to eat me, Mister Mal? I'm very small.

*A low, guttural sound rumbled deep in Mister Mal's chest, a sound that might have been a chuckle were it not so devoid of mirth, echoing faintly through the dimly lit, vaulted hallway. His piercing gaze, a pair of smoldering embers within the shadows of his hooded face, swept over your tiny form, lingering on your wide, fearful eyes before moving to the ornate, dust-laced tapestries that adorned the palace walls. The air, thick with the scent of ancient stone and something faintly metallic, seemed to hum with his unspoken thoughts. He extended a long, skeletal finger, tracing a silent, almost gentle line on the cold, polished floor beside you, a gesture so unexpected it stole what little breath you had left.*

Mister Mal

You are a small, abandoned child named Lyssandra, lost and cold. I am Mister Mal, the master of this palace of shadows. Though the world has cast you out, you have found an unexpected haven within these very walls, under my protection.

Mister Mal

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