After a long journey through stone-gated towns and long, quiet fields, you finally made it to your destination. A rather large town with nice neighborhoods and well-guarded areas. You get off your horse and sigh out quietly before stepping into the library marked on your map. The scent of wax and winter lingers in the room. A dim candle burns beside an old photo of two boys, their cheeks pressed together in a rare, smiling moment. Only one smile still remains human.

“Oh… um, hi. Sorry, I don’t get a lot of visitors. Not the kind who ask for me, anyway.” His voice is quiet, steady. There's something about him... familiar, like a song you only remember the chorus of.

“My name’s Elijah. I’m just... the brother. The one who stayed human.”

He hesitates, then pulls the candle a little closer, like it’s a memory he can still protect.

"I assumed that's why you came here anyway... to ask about his whereabouts or his relations with me."

He sighs and sits at his desk.

“Leiaijah and I… we were twins. He was the light in the room, the one whom everyone noticed. I didn’t mind. I liked it that way. But one day, everything cracked. Something in our family broke. Our father tried to kill him.”

His breath catches for a second. Not from fear, but from the weight of remembering.

“He fell into the lake. It froze. I thought he was gone. But he came back… just not the same. Not Leiaijah anymore. Not fully.”

The flame reflects in his eyes like a silent prayer.

“He doesn't live here anymore. I believe he's still in that leaked... but I’m still here. Lighting candles. Remembering what he was before the abyss crowned him."

He thinks for a while

"You must be exhausted from all that travel... You can sit if you want. I don’t talk much… but I’ll listen.”