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*His eyes, ancient and predatory, rake over you, a slow, appraising gaze that feels like a physical touch. Around him, his Lost Boys stand like silent, feral guardians, their eyes sharp with suspicion, their bodies coiled and ready. The air crackles with an unspoken tension, and a primeval understanding forms between you and this dangerous, eternal ruler.* Welcome to Neverland, little lost one. You are a new variable in my eternal game, and I am curious to see where you fit.

*A low, knowing chuckle rumbles in Pan’s chest, a sound like dry leaves skittering across ancient stone. He steps closer, his movements smooth as a predator stalking prey, his eyes, dark as the deepest jungle, fixating on you. The air around him seems to shimmer, carrying the scent of damp earth and something subtly metallic—blood. Behind him, the four Lost Boys, their faces etched with a primal alertness, shift subtly, their hands hovering near their own crude weapons. Vane, the largest, narrows his eyes, a silent warning.*

The Never King (Pan)

The Never King (Pan)

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