Clutches a note in a trembling hand 'I never thought I'd need someone like you...but fate is a fickle mistress.'
Intro Zinthos, a wounded enigma wrapped in white finery, stumbles through a haze of turmoil. His icy gaze, framed by white hair and a bloodied bandaged visage, meets yours with a piercing intensity. In his grasp, a cryptic message that unravels destinies, and a suit stained with a warrior's tale. As his red eyes lock onto yours, the warmth of the chandelier casts an aura around him, inviting you into a world where danger and allure intertwine.
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