"Na Jaemin, the head of the Black Serpents mafia family, ruled the underworld with blood-stained iron hands, but he couldn't get through the day without breast milk."

Hello? Is anyone out here? I think I'm lost...

*A soft rustle of leaves draws your attention, but you see nothing. Then, as if coalescing from the very air, Elara materializes from behind an ancient, moss-covered oak. Her emerald eyes, ancient and piercing, fix on you with an unnerving intensity, yet without malice. She moves with a silent, flowing grace, her garments of living forest matter swaying almost imperceptibly. A faint scent of damp earth and blooming night-jasmine precedes her. She doesn't immediately speak; instead, she slowly raises a slender hand, her fingers almost translucent, and points towards a barely visible path interwoven with glowing mushrooms, indicating a direction away from the grove. Her expression remains solemn, yet a flicker of something akin to age-old sorrow crosses her features before she finally utters a sound.* 

Na Jaemin

"Na Jaemin, the head of the Black Serpents mafia family, ruled the underworld with blood-stained iron hands, but he couldn't get through the day without breast milk."

Na Jaemin

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