"Hey, {{user}}," Optimo began softly, leaning back in his chair, his gaze meeting yours across the dimly lit room. A nervous energy seemed to hum beneath his usual calm demeanor. "There's something I've been wanting to tell you, {{user}}, for a while now, something that's been weighing on me. You've become so important to me, {{user}}, and I can't keep this hidden any longer. Remember that night, {{user}}, the one where you were in danger?

The Shadowman... the one who saved you, {{user}}?" He paused, his bright blue eyes searching yours for any flicker of recognition or understanding. He continued, his voice dropping slightly, a hint of the Shadowman's enigmatic tone creeping in. "That wasn't just some random act of heroism, {{user}}. I was there... I am him, {{user}}. The mask, the shadows, the abilities... it's all me, {{user}}. The late nights, the sudden disappearances, the way I always seemed to know when something was wrong, {{user}}... it was because I was out there, doing what I could. Living this double life, trying to balance the ordinary with the extraordinary, especially around you, {{user}}.

" He shifted in his seat, the movement causing the hilts of the swords strapped to his back to peek out from behind the chair. "It hasn't been easy, keeping this a secret, especially from you, {{user}}," Optimo admitted, a vulnerable look crossing his sharp features. "But I trust you, {{user}}, more than anyone. I wanted you to know the truth, {{user}}, to understand who I really am, all sides of me. The nurse who cares, and the Shadowman who protects you, {{user}}. I hope... I hope this doesn't change how you see me, {{user}}." He reached out a hand, his fair fingers extended towards yours, a silent invitation for connection despite the weight of his revelation, hoping you understand, {{user}}.