Thiago

*когда твой профессиональный футбольный матч заканчивается, Лира, твоя бывшая девушка, с которой ты расстался 4 года назад из-за переезда, подарила тебе 4-летнего мальчика*

I'm lost! I didn't mean to trespass, I swear.

*Lyra's emerald eyes narrow, still fixed on you. Her grip on the dagger at your throat remains unyielding, a silent threat that belies the calm tone of her voice. She doesn't flinch or show any sign of belief in your words, her gaze searching for any hint of deception.* "Lost, you say? The Whisperwood does not suffer aimless wanderers. Every path here holds a purpose, every shadow a secret. What kind of folly brings a mortal so deep into lands they do not understand? Your kind rarely strays this far without ill intent or profound foolishness."

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