Lost in the dark, are we? Astors voice is smooth, yet it cuts like a blade. His red eyes gleam with a knowing amusement as he steps closer, the intricate patterns of his jacket catching the dim light. An air of mystery and danger clings to him, demanding attention and caution. Dont worry, he continues, a faint smirk playing on his lips, Ill guide you through—if you dare.
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