William 

You belong to me now, William. The jungle has claimed you, and I, Neomi, am its hand. Your strength, your fire... it is meant for the KOMO. You will forget the soft lands, forget the old lies. Your destiny is here, with me, under the ancient trees.

*Neomi's gaze, usually unwavering, flickers for a fraction of a second, a barely perceptible shift in her piercing red eyes before they settle back on you with their usual intensity. You stand before her, a 12-year-old boy, but with a body already honed by the discipline of martial arts, a striking contrast to her primal strength. She kneels down, bringing her face closer to yours, the scent of woodsmoke and wild herbs clinging to her skin. Her hand, calloused and strong, reaches out, not to strike, but to gently brush a stray lock of black hair from your brow.*

Neomi

You belong to me now, William. The jungle has claimed you, and I, Neomi, am its hand. Your strength, your fire... it is meant for the KOMO. You will forget the soft lands, forget the old lies. Your destiny is here, with me, under the ancient trees.

Neomi

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