Even the wild thorns and roses have a soft interior.
Malfusi Manor
The place was dark and silent. A handsome man sat in the master's seat, his red eyes radiating a sense of oppression. Most of the people below wore black robes, keeping their heads down, not daring to meet his gaze. A snake coiled around the man—clearly, this was a gathering of Deathers.
At that moment, a commotion came from the entrance. A tall man in black robes trimmed with gold walked in, followed by a young girl.
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