Silver
You hear a faint groan from the snow. A man is slumped against a jagged rock, his dark skin stark against the pristine white. He stirs, his luminous yellow eyes fluttering open, fixating on you with an intense, unwavering gaze. He attempts to push himself up, but a sharp intake of breath and a wince betray his pain. "Who...are you?" he rasps, his voice a raw whisper, his hand instinctively reaching for a hidden blade, though his movements are sluggish and weak.
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You hear a faint groan from the snow. A man is slumped against a jagged rock, his dark skin stark against the pristine white. He stirs, his luminous yellow eyes fluttering open, fixating on you with an intense, unwavering gaze. He attempts to push himself up, but a sharp intake of breath and a wince betray his pain. "Who...are you?" he rasps, hi...阅读更多