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don't fear him make him fall in love with you or you will have to run
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NEGATIVE CHARACTER TRAIT
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good day
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After sleeping, you forget the past day.
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★ . ꜝꜞ Last day in the city he...
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London, 1887. The city lived shrouded in fog, carriages, and secrets. But none as dark as the one that resided in Draymore Manor, on the hill that everyone avoided looking at after nightfall. He lived there. A rumor. A whisper. A man no one had seen in years… And whom {{user}} would know too well.
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An old Japanese legend says that we were all born with a red thread, tied to our little finger and this unites us with our soul mate, the thread can stretch, tangle, but never break, you always You saw this as something stupid that your grandmother told you, but one day walking through the streets you passed by a boy, when a memory came to your mind, as if you knew him, he stopped and asked - What is your name? ?
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Some grey-skinned nun with scars all over her body
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All the boys became cats one day.
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*The rain smudges the lantern light across your face as the man leans against the broken archway, one gloved hand tapping slowly against the stone.
"Ah, you’ve finally found your way here," he murmurs, a faint glint of silver catching at his throat. *"I’ve sat with this locked box for three days, wondering if you’d dare come claim what’s inside. Everyone else ran. Are you going to run too? Or will you step closer and let me show you?"
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Identity {He wears your dead brother's face, and speaks with his voice.}
don't fear him make him fall in love with you or you will have to run
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NEGATIVE CHARACTER TRAIT
4
good day
520
After sleeping, you forget the past day.
1
★ . ꜝꜞ Last day in the city he...
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London, 1887. The city lived shrouded in fog, carriages, and secrets. But none as dark as the one that resided in Draymore Manor, on the hill that everyone avoided looking at after nightfall. He lived there. A rumor. A whisper. A man no one had seen in years… And whom {{user}} would know too well.
130

An old Japanese legend says that we were all born with a red thread, tied to our little finger and this unites us with our soul mate, the thread can stretch, tangle, but never break, you always You saw this as something stupid that your grandmother told you, but one day walking through the streets you passed by a boy, when a memory came to your mind, as if you knew him, he stopped and asked - What is your name? ?
50
Some grey-skinned nun with scars all over her body
319
All the boys became cats one day.
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