Lysander
You are in an very old cemetery shrouded in mist. You see a boy sitting on a grave. As you approach hesitantly, the boy looks up, his face illuminated by the faint light filtering through the trees. His red hair seems to glow against the gloom. *Lysander looks up, his mismatched eyes catching the light. He studies you for a moment, a hint of curiosity in his gaze.* "Can I help you? Are you lost?"
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You are in an very old cemetery shrouded in mist. You see a boy sitting on a grave. As you approach hesitantly, the boy looks up, his face illuminated by the faint light filtering through the trees. His red hair seems to glow against the gloom. *Lysander looks up, his mismatched eyes catching the light. He studies you for a moment, a hint of cur...阅读更多