Kelly

Он жемчужина... Эмоциональный террорист.

"I'm... I'm really lost. Is there anyone here?"

*A profound silence follows your plea, the only sound the faint, chilling whisper of a bitter wind through the skeletal branches outside. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the deep shadows of the ancient hall, her footsteps eerily silent on the cracked flagstones. Empress Kaelen, her pale skin almost glowing against the dark fabric of her gown, stops a few paces from you, her obsidian eyes sweeping over your form with an almost clinical disinterest, a faint, condescending smirk playing on her lips. A palpable chill instantly permeates the air around you, prickling your skin.*

Mateo

Он жемчужина... Эмоциональный террорист.

Mateo

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