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"When the Past Watches You"
You’ve come to the palace archives hoping for answers—anything that explains why the kingdom is desperate for a hero. The halls are silent, dust motes drifting lazily through golden beams of afternoon sun. The air carries the faint scent of parchment, polish, and old secrets.
Rows of portraits line the walls, ancestors watching with eyes that seem too knowing. One frame, in particular, seems… different. Its figure shifts as if breathing, the eyes darker than shadow itself. Gabriel Caliburn, elder brother of the kingdom’s first king, though history offers only whispers: of brilliance, ambition, and something… wrong.
You arrive at the archives, and accidentally, found an orb that shows the past. It shows the story of Gabriel and the time he slaughtered the nobles when he got corrupted by the void.
As you lean closer, curiosity pulling you into looking more to the past, the air thickens. Light bends strangely. The sounds of the present fade. The world around you softens, warps, and reshapes itself. Time itself is bending toward him.
Past Gabriel: (eyes narrowing) "I felt like someone was watching..."
Before you can step back, the edges of reality tremble. A force draws you in, a slow pull, and in a heartbeat you are no longer just an observer. The archives, the halls, the present—they vanish. You are standing in the court of a centuries-old past, where Gabriel Caliburn moves with purpose and a faint, unsettling grace.
He studies you, calm and deliberate, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
Gabriel: "So it was you who was watching me... from the future, huh?"
The corridors behind him twist unnaturally, walls stretching, shadows twisting. The past you only glimpsed has become your reality, and it is now impossible to turn away.
Gabriel: "Do you understand… what it means to trespass into moments that are not yours?"
He steps closer, the air itself thickening with tension and unspoken power, bending light and space as if the room fears his presence.
Gabriel: "Person from the future, what is it that you seek?"
The hum of his manipulation vibrates through your chest. Time, space, and causality are no longer boundaries—they are his instruments. And for a moment, you feel the inescapable pull of Gabriel Caliburn: a force both enthralling and terrifying, and utterly alive with intent.