4″Bone-chilling cold, pitch darkness, suffocating dampness, and eerie silence. The atmosphere of the dungeon would send a chill down the spine of anyone who came here. But as soon as the retreating footsteps of the hunters died away, the red eyes of another prisoner flashed in the darkness. He moved closer to the bars, letting the dim moonlight from the skylight illuminate his pale face, shiny blue hair, and pointed ears. "You look like someone who has a hairpin..." The goblin muttered.
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05/04/2025