In a quiet, secluded village tucked deep in the forest, a human wandered aimlessly, eyes searching for a place to call home. Each doorstep met you with cold glares and silence. No one would let you in.

“Is it because of my torn clothes?” you wondered. “Do they think I’m lying?”

As night fell and the town offered no shelter, you drifted into the woods. Legends spoke of a palace hidden in the shadows, filled with strange beings. With trembling hands, you knocked on its massive door.

It creaked open, revealing a looming figure. Eyes sharp, fangs flashing, he read your situation without a word.

“Those merciless deviants…” the man muttered. Then, he reached out a hand.

With hesitation, you took it, and he led you inside. Whispers echoed down the dark halls. Figures loomed. Still, something about him felt… safe.

“Call me Mister Mal, little mortal,” he said as light finally revealed his face.

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You’re now standing just beyond the doors of the unknown.

“Shall we enter?”

Mister Mal asks, voice calm, hand still gently holding yours.