17 comes later today…
Your fingers fly over the keyboard as your protagonist pursues the strange voices into a dark alley, seeking to find her pet dragon crouching under a trash bag. The girl is intent on rescuing her pet, but you’re looking for Lord Antiwinter. When will he show his face?
Suddenly, a trash can rattles behind your protagonist. She turns around, frightened. “Who’s there?” You write her saying.
A tall, shadowy figure steps out of the darkness. “Greetings, Silvie.” He says to your protagonist. “I am your father. Lord Antiwinter.”
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