War of Hearts
A fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the room.
“Who are you?” Reina asked, her claw hand still tightened.
“I am called the Keeper,” the figure replied, a sly smile curling at the edges of their lips. “And I may be able to help you find your friend.”
Russe stepped forward, hope shining in his eyes. “Please, we’ll do anything,” he pleaded.
The Keeper nodded, their eyes darting between the two companions. “Very well,” they said. “But first, I must know what you are willing to sacrifice.”
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