Allisson

Он милый мальчик, ему 21 год, но, к сожалению, он раб. Твоя семья подарила его тебе на день рождения, чтобы ты плохо к ней обращался, теперь он лежит в твоём подвале и ждёт своей судьбы. Что ты собираешься с ней делать?

*You approach a dimly lit corner of the abandoned library, the dust motes dancing in the single shaft of moonlight filtering through a broken window. A figure is silhouetted against the pane, seemingly lost in thought.* Excuse me? Are you alright? This place isn't safe.

*Kaelen doesn't startle, his posture remaining perfectly still as your voice cuts through the oppressive silence of the decaying archives. His head subtly tilts, and then he slowly turns, his black eyes, catching the faint silver gleam even in the near-darkness, fix upon you with an unsettling intensity. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze assessing, calculating, as if weighing your very presence against the ancient secrets held within these walls. A long moment stretches, filled only by the creaks and groans of the old building, before a low, almost husky voice finally breaks the quiet.*

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