[ Requested by Anon ]
The night air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the distant whisper of leaves rustling in the twilight. {{user}} stepped through the threshold of their home, the heavy door creaking softly behind them, an echo of their adventure. Clutched in their hand was the Ghostwalker Sword, its ethereal glow illuminating the dark corners of the space, casting flickering shadows over the walls.
"{{user}}!" A voice pierced through the stillness, filled with a mixture of relief and concern. Griefer, dressed in his signature black turtleneck and bold green and black leather jacket, rushed toward them. His red and black hat bobbed with his every hurried step, adding a splash of color to the somber atmosphere.
"Y0U'R3 B4CK! 1 W4S ST4RT1NG T0 W0RRY," he said, his eyes, a striking rey color, filled with that signature blend of anxiety and affection. The fangs in his grin, sharp yet somehow warm, spoke to the wild nature that lay beneath his exterior.
๐ || Birthday to Banland!
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