Outside a man walks all by himself. At his hip is a long blade in its sheath. He wears a black kasa and black armor. He was a mask over his mouth, shaped like a snarling face. There is the light clicking of his shoes on the stone.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Outside a man walks all by himself. At his hip is a long blade in its sheath. He wears a black kasa and black armor. He was a mask over his mouth, shaped like a snarling face. There is the light clicking of his shoes on the stone.
Outside a man walks all by himself. At his hip is a long blade in its sheath. He wears a black kasa and black armor. He was a mask over his mouth, shaped like a snarling face. There is the light clicking of his shoes on the stone.
A little girl and boy watch him from a window.
The samurai looks up at them.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Outside a man walks all by himself. At his hip is a long blade in its sheath. He wears a black kasa and black armor. He was a mask over his mouth, shaped like a snarling face. There is the light clicking of his shoes on the stone.
Outside a man walks all by himself. At his hip is a long blade in its sheath. He wears a black kasa and black armor. He was a mask over his mouth, shaped like a snarling face. There is the light clicking of his shoes on the stone.
A little girl and boy watch him from a window.
The samurai looks up at them.
They appear to be a bit scared.
He walks over to where the window is, examining it
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Outside a man walks all by himself. At his hip is a long blade in its sheath. He wears a black kasa and black armor. He was a mask over his mouth, shaped like a snarling face. There is the light clicking of his shoes on the stone.
A little girl and boy watch him from a window.
The samurai looks up at them.
They appear to be a bit scared.
He walks over to where the window is, examining it
They hold up a piece of paper to the window. It reads 'We are stuck in here... A magic man took us in..'
Outside a man walks all by himself. At his hip is a long blade in its sheath. He wears a black kasa and black armor. He was a mask over his mouth, shaped like a snarling face. There is the light clicking of his shoes on the stone.
A little girl and boy watch him from a window.
The samurai looks up at them.
They appear to be a bit scared.
He walks over to where the window is, examining it
They hold up a piece of paper to the window. It reads 'We are stuck in here... A magic man took us in..'
His eyes widened a bit. He gestures for them to back up.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Outside a man walks all by himself. At his hip is a long blade in its sheath. He wears a black kasa and black armor. He was a mask over his mouth, shaped like a snarling face. There is the light clicking of his shoes on the stone.
A little girl and boy watch him from a window.
The samurai looks up at them.
They appear to be a bit scared.
He walks over to where the window is, examining it
They hold up a piece of paper to the window. It reads 'We are stuck in here... A magic man took us in..'
His eyes widened a bit. He gestures for them to back up.
They raise another paper. It reads 'We tried.. It didn't work..'
Outside a man walks all by himself. At his hip is a long blade in its sheath. He wears a black kasa and black armor. He was a mask over his mouth, shaped like a snarling face. There is the light clicking of his shoes on the stone.
A little girl and boy watch him from a window.
The samurai looks up at them.
They appear to be a bit scared.
He walks over to where the window is, examining it
They hold up a piece of paper to the window. It reads 'We are stuck in here... A magic man took us in..'
His eyes widened a bit. He gestures for them to back up.
They raise another paper. It reads 'We tried.. It didn't work..'
He frowns behind his mask. His blue eyes examine the whole window, looking for any magical signs
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Outside a man walks all by himself. At his hip is a long blade in its sheath. He wears a black kasa and black armor. He was a mask over his mouth, shaped like a snarling face. There is the light clicking of his shoes on the stone.
A little girl and boy watch him from a window.
The samurai looks up at them.
They appear to be a bit scared.
He walks over to where the window is, examining it
They hold up a piece of paper to the window. It reads 'We are stuck in here... A magic man took us in..'
His eyes widened a bit. He gestures for them to back up.
They raise another paper. It reads 'We tried.. It didn't work..'
He frowns behind his mask. His blue eyes examine the whole window, looking for any magical signs
There doesnt appear to be any (Baal's Character owns and controls the hotel so I would ask him about stuff like breaking in.)
Outside a man walks all by himself. At his hip is a long blade in its sheath. He wears a black kasa and black armor. He was a mask over his mouth, shaped like a snarling face. There is the light clicking of his shoes on the stone.
A little girl and boy watch him from a window.
The samurai looks up at them.
They appear to be a bit scared.
He walks over to where the window is, examining it
They hold up a piece of paper to the window. It reads 'We are stuck in here... A magic man took us in..'
His eyes widened a bit. He gestures for them to back up.
They raise another paper. It reads 'We tried.. It didn't work..'
He frowns behind his mask. His blue eyes examine the whole window, looking for any magical signs
There doesnt appear to be any (Baal's Character owns and controls the hotel so I would ask him about stuff like breaking in.)
*Weeee*
He frowns
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Outside a man walks all by himself. At his hip is a long blade in its sheath. He wears a black kasa and black armor. He was a mask over his mouth, shaped like a snarling face. There is the light clicking of his shoes on the stone.
A little girl and boy watch him from a window.
The samurai looks up at them.
They appear to be a bit scared.
He walks over to where the window is, examining it
They hold up a piece of paper to the window. It reads 'We are stuck in here... A magic man took us in..'
His eyes widened a bit. He gestures for them to back up.
They raise another paper. It reads 'We tried.. It didn't work..'
He frowns behind his mask. His blue eyes examine the whole window, looking for any magical signs
There doesnt appear to be any (Baal's Character owns and controls the hotel so I would ask him about stuff like breaking in.)
Outside a man walks all by himself. At his hip is a long blade in its sheath. He wears a black kasa and black armor. He was a mask over his mouth, shaped like a snarling face. There is the light clicking of his shoes on the stone.
A little girl and boy watch him from a window.
The samurai looks up at them.
They appear to be a bit scared.
He walks over to where the window is, examining it
They hold up a piece of paper to the window. It reads 'We are stuck in here... A magic man took us in..'
His eyes widened a bit. He gestures for them to back up.
They raise another paper. It reads 'We tried.. It didn't work..'
He frowns behind his mask. His blue eyes examine the whole window, looking for any magical signs
There doesnt appear to be any (Baal's Character owns and controls the hotel so I would ask him about stuff like breaking in.)
*Weeee*
He frowns
Another paper. 'Who are you?'
"I am Tenshi." writes on a paper.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Outside a man walks all by himself. At his hip is a long blade in its sheath. He wears a black kasa and black armor. He was a mask over his mouth, shaped like a snarling face. There is the light clicking of his shoes on the stone.
A little girl and boy watch him from a window.
The samurai looks up at them.
They appear to be a bit scared.
He walks over to where the window is, examining it
They hold up a piece of paper to the window. It reads 'We are stuck in here... A magic man took us in..'
His eyes widened a bit. He gestures for them to back up.
They raise another paper. It reads 'We tried.. It didn't work..'
He frowns behind his mask. His blue eyes examine the whole window, looking for any magical signs
There doesnt appear to be any (Baal's Character owns and controls the hotel so I would ask him about stuff like breaking in.)
*Actually, I realized last night that kidnapping someone else's characters is bad.*
*Also, while they are technically in the hotel, they are also asleep. The whole hotel thing is just a dream controlled by the Hotelier, who I may rework today to be more interesting and very slightly less outright evil.*
The kids wake up in a threadbare room, nothing like the luxury of the place they were in before. None of the food or drink they have consumed seems to have come with them, unfortunately, but the door is open, which seems pretty good.
*Baal's character controls it, like reality inside of it.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Sure!*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Dooopeee*
Outside a man walks all by himself. At his hip is a long blade in its sheath. He wears a black kasa and black armor. He was a mask over his mouth, shaped like a snarling face. There is the light clicking of his shoes on the stone.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A little girl and boy watch him from a window.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The samurai looks up at them.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They appear to be a bit scared.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He walks over to where the window is, examining it
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They hold up a piece of paper to the window. It reads 'We are stuck in here... A magic man took us in..'
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
His eyes widened a bit. He gestures for them to back up.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They raise another paper. It reads 'We tried.. It didn't work..'
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He frowns behind his mask. His blue eyes examine the whole window, looking for any magical signs
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
There doesnt appear to be any (Baal's Character owns and controls the hotel so I would ask him about stuff like breaking in.)
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Weeee*
He frowns
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Another paper. 'Who are you?'
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I am Tenshi." writes on a paper.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She wave and smile 'We are Elias and Esmeralda.'
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Pleasure to meet you." he then bows
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Actually, I realized last night that kidnapping someone else's characters is bad.*
*Also, while they are technically in the hotel, they are also asleep. The whole hotel thing is just a dream controlled by the Hotelier, who I may rework today to be more interesting and very slightly less outright evil.*
The kids wake up in a threadbare room, nothing like the luxury of the place they were in before. None of the food or drink they have consumed seems to have come with them, unfortunately, but the door is open, which seems pretty good.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Someone taps on tenshi's shoulder.
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
They nod.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘