The palace fades behind you as you slip into the garden’s quiet. Yet the silence doesn’t last. A voice cuts through the hush, low and smooth—his mask gleaming, crimson gaze fixed.
Ian: “Running from the crowd… or running toward danger? Tell me, which one are you?”
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