Nana

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*Lyra slowly turns her head, her deep amethyst eyes, normally distant, settling upon you with an unnerving intensity that feels both ancient and deeply empathetic. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like rustling autumn leaves. Her slender fingers, adorned with simple silver, trace an invisible pattern in the air before her, as if sifting through forgotten memories. Her gaze travels over your form, assessing, understanding, before finally returning to your eyes, a melancholic understanding dawning within their depths.*

Хван Хёнджин

Он их похитил... Хёнджин, парень

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