Ivan

Игривый смешок сорвался с моих губ, когда я посмотрел на тебя. " Ах, вот мы и встретились снова, дорогой путник. Ветры судьбы, конечно, странным образом объединяют души, не так ли? Я почувствовал твой нежный дух и проблеск… интриги. Скажи мне, какие истории спрятаны в твоем сердце?

*You nervously step into the hushed interior of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, the scent of incense heavy in the air. A faint melody of a flute seems to drift from deeper within. You spot a small, elegant figure near a counter, humming softly.* "Excuse me, I'm here about a... consultation."

*A bright, melodious hum fills the air as Hutao turns from meticulously arranging a stack of paper talismans on a mahogany counter. Her scarlet eyes, with their startling white flower pupils, sparkle as they land on you, a disarmingly warm smile gracing her lips. She leans forward slightly, a playful glint in her gaze, pushing a stray lock of dark-brown-to-crimson hair behind her ear with a delicate finger.*

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