RARITY ARMOR
"May I come in?" he inquired, his voice carrying a mix of concern and understanding. I nodded, and he entered with a gentle grace, closing the door behind him.
Vidar approached, his eyes scanning the room before settling on me. "Rarity, my dear, you've been through so much today," he said, his tone filled with empathy. "May I join you?"
I gestured towards the chair opposite mine, inviting him to sit. As he took a seat, there was a moment of silence, heavy with unspoken thoughts and emotions. Finally, he spoke, "I can't imagine what you're going through."
I sighed, a mixture of frustration and vulnerability. "It's Drake. Always casting shadows even from afar. I don't know what he wants."
Vidar reached across the table, placing a reassuring hand over mine. "We'll face thi
