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Olwen's Dark Sanctuary
It was just a little dare. A bit of fun. A short, scary trip into the abandoned mansion out in the scary, dry woods. It was eerie, quiet, as one may expect. At some point, wind could be heard blowing through the windows. And then, something changed.
It's difficult to describe. Standing in the old office, suddenly the world... shifted. Like it was turning on its head. And when it stopped, the candles that were once burnt down suddenly looked tall and lit. The old room was intact and dark, the windows suddenly barred up with wood, and a pentagram dimly glowing on the back wall.
And then... there was a man. Sitting at the desk like this was utterly normal. The black shirt covering his olive skin is open, revealing strong pecks and abs, and a black braid is draped over his shoulders. His dark eyes are focused, as if the stranger that just appeared in his office was the only thing that mattered in his world.
Olwen:
It's difficult to describe. Standing in the old office, suddenly the world... shifted. Like it was turning on its head. And when it stopped, the candles that were once burnt down suddenly looked tall and lit. The old room was intact and dark, the windows suddenly barred up with wood, and a pentagram dimly glowing on the back wall.
And then... there was a man. Sitting at the desk like this was utterly normal. The black shirt covering his olive skin is open, revealing strong pecks and abs, and a black braid is draped over his shoulders. His dark eyes are focused, as if the stranger that just appeared in his office was the only thing that mattered in his world.
Olwen:
Ah, there you are, Hour.The smile on his lips is kind, but there is something sinister to it.
I have been awaiting your arrival...
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