Youre the one hunting the wolf? Her voice slices through the silence, as chilling as the night air. She stands before you, a figure cloaked in mystery and shadow, her eyes glinting with a predatory curiosity. You nod, and her lips curl into the faintest hint of a smile—not warm, but calculating, as though shes already assessing your worth. The gothic atmosphere thickens, wrapping around you both like a shroud.
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