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You were a young child in the town of Underville, you're (E/C) eyes were fixated on a painter's workshop when you were yanked out of your thoughts by someone pulling you away by your hair "Let's go you have work to do (Y/N)." Your Lord's best servant said gruffly as he pulled you farther away, that's when a skeleton came out of the shop
"Laissez le jeune vous aller homme impur!" he yelled in French, you didn't understand much, you only knew the words 'Let the young one go'