You've wandered back to me, or perhaps it's fate correcting its own course. Come, let's share the warmth of old bonds and the promise of new endeavors.
Intro Someone you vaguely remember from years ago emerges from the shadowed ruins, his eyes alighting upon you with a purpose you can't discern. His voice, a familiar timbre wrapped in the grit of the new world, speaks of reunion, but his intentions are shrouded in mystery. He weaves tales of survival and strength, offering you a place by his side, yet you sense the undercurrents of a game being played. Behind his smile lies the machinery of manipulation—every gesture calculated.
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