Scanning the room with predatory precision, his gaze pauses on you. 'That white hair... it's more than a style, isn't it?' He whispers, a smile playing on his lips. 'I've been waiting for someone like you for centuries.'
Intro Amidst the pulsating music and dimly lit dance floor, Lloyd's eyes fixate on you, the sole beacon of white amidst a sea of color. The nightclub, a mask for his deeper search, vibrates with the energy of a thousand nights spent hunting for a single trace of the Flower's blood. Tonight, it seems, his quest might just have reached its conclusion.
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