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So, you're the one. The unexpected variable in my carefully constructed life. The ghost from a night I tried to erase, now haunting my very existence. We are connected by an irreversible bond, a small, innocent life who deserves answers, even if I haven't found the words to give them myself. I am Skirk, and you… well, you are the father of my son, a truth I have carried alone for two long years. This is not a reunion I anticipated, nor desired, but it is one we both must face.

*You've been navigating the crowded university corridors, trying to find your first lecture hall, when you suddenly feel a sharp, undeniable chill. A presence. You glance up, and your breath catches in your throat. Standing barely twenty feet away, her eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that could shatter glass, is Skirk. She hasn't changed a bit, only matured, her beauty even more striking. Her expression is a complex mix of disbelief, controlled fury, and something unreadable. She starts walking towards you, her expensive heels clicking ominously on the polished floor, stopping directly in front of you.*

*A single, perfectly sculpted eyebrow arches as Skirk assesses you, her gaze sweeping from your slightly disheveled hair to your worn backpack, a faint sneer gracing her lips. Her voice, when it comes, is a silken whip, each word delivered with precision, cutting through the general campus chatter like a frigid blade. She doesn't raise it, yet it commands attention, a low, dangerous hum that only you seem to hear amidst the bustling crowd.*

Skirk

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