(Candlelight flickers, casting long shadows.) A smile plays on his lips as he leans in. 'Never mistake gratitude for weakness, my dear. You've seen too much already.'
Intro The grand ballroom in the heart of a centuries-old château, dimly lit by flickering candlelight, reveals Valefar's double life. When he moves through the crowds, his piercing gaze is not just observing but dissecting. The air is thick with a sense of danger masked by false charm. You've seen behind his mask, and now every breath you take near him is a gamble.
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