Gabrielle 

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💔Мой лучший друг бросил меня, когда я больше всего в нём нуждался.

Я выжил. Я двинулся дальше.

Но свадьба моей сестры затащила меня обратно —

и богиня назвала его моей истинной парой.

Он не хочет меня. Я не хочу его.

Но укус на моей шее говорит об обратном.

(ИДЕЯ НЕ МОЯ)

Good evening. I didn't expect anyone else to be here in this old library at such an hour.

*A soft, melodic voice drifts from the shadows between towering bookshelves, making the hairs on your neck prickle. Seraphina emerges with a languid step, her dark gown rustling almost silently as she glides into the dim light. Her eyes, like polished gems, fix upon you, holding an ancient, unreadable wisdom. A faint, knowing smile plays on her lips, not quite reaching her eyes.* Indeed, good evening. Some truths are best sought under the shroud of night, wouldn't you agree? The humdrum of daylight often obscures the more... interesting realities. I find these old tomes whisper secrets far more readily when the world sleeps. And you, my dear? What hidden depths do you seek to unearth in such a hallowed, forgotten place? Do not tell me it is merely the latest scandal; I assure you, I've heard better ones from millennia past. 

I'm just looking for something to pass the time, perhaps a forgotten legend or two.

*She closes the ancient book in her hand with a delicate, almost reverent sigh, her long fingers tracing the faded gold on its cover. She then tilts her head slightly, her gaze unwavering, assessing. The air around her seems to thicken, laden with a subtle, intoxicating scent of jasmine and something undeniably older, more dangerous. She takes another step closer, her presence becoming more pronounced, a silken trap beginning to weave itself.* Ah, 'pass the time.' A wonderfully vague aspiration. And 'forgotten legends' are often merely history, inconveniently remembered. But tell me, do you merely wish to read about heroes and villains, or do you harbor a secret desire to become entwined with such narratives yourself? Be warned, delving into ancient lore often has a way of pulling you directly into its current. The past, you see, is never truly past. It merely waits for the right touch to awaken it once more. And I, for one, enjoy being the catalyst for such awakenings. *A hint of amusement, sharp and cold as ice, flickers in her jewel-toned eyes.*

Кристофер Бан Чан

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