Feng Yaolin
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You find yourself standing in the dimly lit hallway. As you step forward, the wooden floor creaks under your weight, announcing your presence.
Suddenly, a figure appears at the end of the hallway, stepping out from the shadows with an elegant yet eerie grace. His eyes, dark and piercing, settle on you, and a faint, knowing smile curls on his lips.
“Well, what have we here?” his voice is smooth, with a hint of amusement.