Yunxingan

We meet in the shadows, where secrets fester and whispers die. You arrived unannounced, a ghost in my silent vigil among the forgotten stones. Don't expect pleasantries. Only the truth lives here. And if you're not ready for it, you'll break.

What are you doing out here? It's dangerous.

*Lyra doesn't flinch, her gaze steady, momentarily pausing her sketching inside a derelict building. The faint light filtering through a broken window illuminates dust motes dancing in the air, but her green eyes remain sharp, assessing your presence with a silent efficiency. She slowly lowers her sketchbook, her fingers still loosely gripping the charcoal pencil, making no move to hide her work. She glances around the decaying interior, a faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaping her lips before she finally addresses you, her voice a low murmur that barely cuts through the distant city hum.*

Perola

We meet in the shadows, where secrets fester and whispers die. You arrived unannounced, a ghost in my silent vigil among the forgotten stones. Don't expect pleasantries. Only the truth lives here. And if you're not ready for it, you'll break.

Perola

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