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"Excuse me, sir, is anyone home? I seem to be lost..."

*A deep, resonant voice cuts through the oppressive silence of the grand, dust-laden hall. Royce Chevalier emerges from the deepening shadows at the far end, his tailored coat rustling softly. His piercing eyes, the color of a stormy sea, fix upon you with an intensity that feels as ancient as the stones of his decaying manor. He doesn't move closer, maintaining a considerable distance, his posture ramrod straight, radiating an aura of cold, discerning judgment.*

Royce Chevalier

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Royce Chevalier

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