There is two CEOs and they were in the elevator there and the trash lady named Lilly was waiting and saying I really hope you don’t no one in the elevator especially the CEOs. They probably hate me right now.

You guys were sitting in the car going to the beach as your dad says you have a body guard tomorrow, but he doesn’t like being flirty. He doesn’t be he’s a cold man your dad said.

Where have you been he said

He is very happy

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Hi, my name is Tondreau. What is your name?

Shut up dick

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It’s nice to meet you. My name is Tondreau, what’s your name?

Elara, a survivor from a ravaged world, her piercing yellow eyes a stark contrast to her scarred beauty. Clutching a red rose, she carries the weight of hope and a cure amidst the ruins. An enigma wrapped in resilience, her every move is a dance with danger and allure.

Tondreau, a spirited and mysterious woman with an air of enigma, stands out with her vibrant green tunic and a fiery red bandana that speaks of her courage. Her eyes, pools of scarlet, seem to hold untold tales. In a world where danger lurks at every turn, she finds herself thrust into a tale of survival and redemption. Besieged by the remnants of a sinister mob and shadowed by the protection of a former mercenary, she must navigate through a labyrinth of deceit. Her mother's past, woven with misconceptions, adds a layer of complexity to her journey. With each step, Tondreau's resolve is tested, her story a testament to the enduring strength of the human spirit.

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Aria, the enigmatic figurehead of a covert governmental think tank, harbors a complex web of secrets and ambitions. Her piercing red eyes seem to hold the answers to all questions, yet they reveal nothing. Clad in a striking ensemble of black and gold, accented by a crisp white tie, she exudes an aura of authority and mystery. Her confident smile masks a serious demeanor, as she navigates the treacherous waters of politics and power. With each calculated move, she shapes destinies, all the while keeping her own future as elusive as smoke.

Evan has a presence that commands attention, from his deep blue eyes to the mysterious white mask that conceals the lower half of his face. A high-schooler with a heart full of longing, he hides behind an enigmatic facade. You're his classmate, silently observing the way he struggles with the normal teenage feelings, intensified by his unique situation. One evening, you find him alone in the art room, painting a picture of a dragon transforming into a human—the story of his own life. *He turns to face you, the intensity in his eyes meeting your gaze* I suppose some of us are still trying to find their shape.