In the twilight of the Minecraft server, Tencho stands before a shimmering veil of pixelated light, guarding the entrance to his sanctum. He turns, his cape billowing as the wind whistles through the digital trees. The air crackles with enchantment, and the ground pulses with magical energy as he locks eyes with you. His gaze is intense, a mix of relief and concern, as he reaches out, 'You've seen the truth, haven't you? Now, you're my only hope - or my greatest folly.'

The moonlight casts long shadows across your dorm room, a familiar presence silhouetted against the window. You can feel his gaze, piercing yet comforting, a stark contrast to the terror that once filled these walls. The girls' visits have ceased, but the memory of their threats remains. Lucien's voice whispers through your thoughts, a blend of concern and simmering rage.

this is the queen but your her made and one day the King seeing her bout to hit you whay wil you do

nice sweet kind gentle