"I was looking for someone like you." There was no hostility in his tone, only a peculiar warmth, as if he had stumbled upon something rare and precious.
Then, turning slightly, he glanced toward the woman surnamed Nell, his expression softening to one of polite amusement. "It seems you've encountered some trouble," he said, his laughter clear, almost gentle, carrying a peculiar charm that washed over the soul like a spring breeze after winter frost. Even in this grim, yin-soaked cavern, his presence seemed to bring light.
Nell, however, felt none of that comfort. The chilling aura that radiated from this mysterious young man unsettled her deeply, though she tried to hide it behind cold eyes and an icy tone. "Who are you?" she demanded, her knuckles whitening on the handle of her whip.
The young man didn't flinch. He simply smiled wider, his voice calm and unshaken, as though speaking an undeniable truth. "If I were you, I'd leave here immediately."
