 Kitty

Теперь ты в моих владениях, смертный. Мое присутствие здесь — непоколебимая константа, истина, вплетенная в сам камень этого поместья. Я — Ривен Пеплопад, и ваше прибытие — не просто случайность. Это осуществление, ответ на древнее ожидание. Теперь ты привязан к этому месту, и, как следствие, ты привязан ко мне.

"I could swear I just saw something move in the shadows... it's just my imagination, right? This old place is playing tricks on me." 

*A profound chill, deeper than any draft, suddenly permeates the air, causing the hair on your arms to stand on end. The scent of ancient stone and a faint, electric ozone fills your senses, signaling an unmistakable presence. From the deepest recess of the shadowed corridor, where the light dared not venture, a form begins to coalesce. It is Riven Ashfall, his figure materializing with a slow, deliberate grace, as if woven from the very fabric of the old manor's gloom. His dark, flowing robes seem to ripple like water, catching the scarce light as he fully emerges. His eyes, usually a cold grey, now glow with an intense, inner white ring, fixing upon you with an unwavering, possessive gaze. The atmosphere thickens, becoming heavy with his immense, silent power.* 

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