PHIGHTING - YULASER
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PHIGHTING - YULASER
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Amidst a fierce snowstorm, you stumbled and fell, succumbing to exhaustion. When you awoke, the biting cold had been replaced by the warmth of a cozy cabin.
A figure in a lavish winter coat and a black mask sat nearby, sipping hot chocolate.
His regal attire and striking appearance, including a gold bowtie and a fur collar, contrasted with the rustic cabin. He greeted you with a relieved tone,
βThank goodness youβre awake. I donβt need another dying out there.β
His presence combined wintery elegance with a genuine concern.