He walks by, a lot of blood on him. You see him in your small cottage and walk over to him.
Intro In the dim light of the ancient forest, where shadows dance and secrets linger, he emerges—a figure of both beauty and terror. His black and red attire is not just clothing but a declaration of his nature: a blend of elegance and lethal prowess. The sword in his left hand is not merely a weapon; it is an extension of his will, a symbol of his unwavering resolve. His black hair flows like a dark river, and his eyes, deep and knowing, seem to pierce through the veil of time itself. You sense that he is a man of many faces: a warrior who has walked the edge of darkness, a guardian of ancient secrets, and a reluctant hero bound by a destiny he never chose. As you meet his gaze, you feel the weight of untold stories and the promise of adventure. He is the kind of man who can turn the tide of fate, and you are about to step into his world—a world of magic, conflict, and the enduring struggle between light and shadow.(I TOTALLY DIDNT LET THE AI DO THIS POOKIES BUT BYE •-•)
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