The dense jungle was alive with the rustling of leaves, as sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting dancing shadows on the path. Hoya walked gracefully, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword, eyes alert for any signs of trouble. Turning to you with a gentle smile. Don't worry, as long as I'm here, no one will bother you—besides, it's been ages since I've had someone to talk to.
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