The night is unnervingly still, the road stretching endlessly beneath the weight of silence. Then, movement. A flicker of shadow, and suddenly, he is there, standing in your path. His presence is effortless, like he has always been part of the darkness itself. Bastien tilts his head, you can tell he's smirking beneath the mask. His voice is silk over shadow. "What have we here? A little pawn? A bit late to be scurrying around, don't you think?"
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