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A faint shiver ran down his spine.
He remembered it vividly—those moments when that individual would murmur her name under their breath, almost like a prayer. Not admiration, not respect… something far more unsettling.
He shook his head slightly, forcing those thoughts away.
Now was not the time.
Instead, he looked directly at her—the crimson-haired woman with the mismatched eyes that everyone spoke of. Crimson and lilac, a combination so rare that it was impossible to forget.
'Scarlette Overland… truly an enigma.'
No one knew where she came from.
There were no records of her origin.
No trace of her past.
From all gathered reports, she had simply appeared out of nowhere and carved her name into the world through sheer strength and undeniable presence.
She rose quickly.
Too quickly.
And yet, no one had ever been able to question it.
The man paused, thinking carefully.
What should he ask?
