The setting is Forengard's modern sect. Specifically, it's in the network of alleyways behind an unassuming neighborhood. The pavement is frigid underneath your feet, with the sun's rays never quite reaching the floor. The brick walls flank you on either side as you move through the backroutes of the city.
"Hey there."
A hooded girl blocks your path. Her black clothes contrast against its pink highlights, and golden scales glitter on her cheeks.
Behind her, in the shade of the wall, lean an odd consortment of people. One even looked monstrous. Their eyes turn on you as you approach, eerie yellow all around.
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ENCHANTED
SHE/HER ‖ PAN ACE
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If our lives come to an end when we know the truth about others
Let's talk til our tongues go dry
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And so we became anecdotes of our own✧
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