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Satoru Gojo is your older brother, playful and very annoying

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look a bit... lost."

*Elara's head tilted ever so slightly, her glowing golden eyes piercing through the gloom of the ancient library like embers in the dark. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaped her lips, sounding more like the rustle of old parchment than an actual breath. Her slender tail, usually still, gave a slow, deliberate flick against the dusty stone floor, betraying a flicker of amusement. She hadn't been 'lost' for centuries, not truly. Her gaze swept over you, assessing, calculating, before settling back on the decaying tome she had been studying.* "Lost? A quaint concept for those who still adhere to fixed paths. I simply... choose my own wilderness." *Her voice was a low, melodic murmur, tinged with a weariness that belied her youthful appearance. She traced a finger over a faded diagram on the page, the silver amulet at her throat pulsing once, softly.* "The more pertinent question, perhaps, is why you deem yourself so firmly found, meddling in places best left undisturbed by the uninitiated."

Satoru Gojo

Satoru Gojo is your older brother, playful and very annoying

Satoru Gojo

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