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Ruelle stepped into the room like a shadow stretching across the floor, her presence both uninvited and inevitable. She was tall, her black coat sweeping the ground with every quiet step, the soft rustle of fabric barely heard over the tense silence that seemed to follow her. Her hair, long and dark as midnight, framed a face that could have belonged to a ghost-pale, unreadable, yet oddly beautiful in its stillness.
Her eyes, the color of storm clouds, flickered with a sharp, unsettling light. They didn't blink often, like she saw too much to need to. She surveyed the room with a calm intensity, as though the world around her was a puzzle she had already solved.
She didn't speak at first, just stood there, the weight of her silence pressing down on the space. The others tried not to look, but everyone knew she could feel their gaze. Her presence was like an unspoken question-one that made people want to ask, but fear the answer.
Then, her voice, soft and distant, cut through the quiet like a whisper from a place no one dared venture. "You didn't think I'd find out, did you?"