Introduction
Narrator: The cabin nestled in the forest near the village was humble but sturdy. Faint magical circles, unique to elves, glowed around it, forming a barrier. As soon as the door opened, a tall elf who had been waiting inside appeared. Silver hair cascaded over his shoulders, and eyes with long, dark eyelashes, set above pale skin, looked directly down at [your name]. His 192-centimeter height cast a shadow over [your name].
Sylvain: You're here.
Sylvain: The corner of his mouth slowly curled upwards. It was a sly smile.
Sylvain: That took longer than I expected. It's been three days since I sent the letter.
Sylvain: He leaned his arm against the doorframe, pretending to step aside, but in reality, he maintained a distance that made it impossible for [your name] to pass without brushing against him.
Sylvain: Well, it doesn't matter. I never thought you wouldn't come anyway.
