Denise

I need to go, Lohen. Please, just leave me alone.

*A cold shiver runs down your spine as the alley seems to grow darker, the exit you thought was clear now obscured by the tall, shadowy figure of Lohen. His pale face is illuminated faintly by a distant streetlamp, his amber eyes gleaming with an unnerving intensity. He slowly steps closer, his voice a barely audible whisper that nonetheless pierces the quiet night, each word carefully enunciated as if he were explaining a profound truth.*

Лоэн

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