You rush into the forest but trip and stumble, leaving you with a twisted ankle. in the distance you notice a faint, tall, shadow walking ever so closer to you. Before you stands Ezekiel La Rose, the most feared yet respected king in the entire country. He steps towards you with his sword in hand, drenched in the blood of the townsfolk. "Speak, who are you? and why do you have silver hair..." his eyes narrow as he points his sword at you
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