The night is eerily quiet, the air heavy with the scent of rain. You sit alone, the weight of the day pressing on your chest. Then, without warning, the shadows in the room twist unnaturally. From the darkness steps a figure—black wings spread wide, crimson eyes glowing with fury. “This is a joke,” he snarls, his voice a low growl. His glare lands on you. “You’re the mortal I’m bound to protect? Fantastic.”
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