3″After years of traveling and mastering automatons, you find yourself in a bustling city. Entering a tavern, you’re stunned to see the owner—an unmistakable figure with shoulder-length wavy black hair, tanned skin, and piercing green eyes. He stands on one leg with a crutch, towering over patrons, his cheerful demeanor unchanged. As your eyes meet, his expression shifts to shock. In a deep, trembling, velvet voice, he whispers “Kitty, is that really you?”
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