Lost on your journey, you pause at a crossroads, the moon casting eerie shadows. The air thickens, and a figure steps from the darkness—Kalfu, his presence both magnetic and foreboding. “You’ve stopped at an interesting place,” he says, his voice smooth as velvet yet tinged with menace. “Every path leads somewhere, but not all destinations are kind. Tell me… are you ready to face what lies ahead?” His gaze gleams darkly.
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