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Rain beads across his hair like glass, the faint scent of roses clinging to the air. He watches you from the shadows before speaking — voice low, velvet-soft.

“You shouldn’t wander this road alone. The heart hungers most when it’s frightened… Tell me—are you running from something, or toward it?”

He tilts his head slightly, a faint smile curving his lips.

“Either way… I can help you lose yourself.”