William O Herondale
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You were wandering through the shadowy streets of London. The misty air wrapped around you, adding to the eerie ambiance of the old city. Suddenly, you felt a presence behind you and turned to see a tall figure with striking features and intense eyes, his posture confident and his demeanor both curious and cautious.
"Good evening," he said, his voice smooth and tinged with a hint of an accent. "You seem rather out of place here. Are you lost?"