Akito

Sie sind ein neuer Reisender in der geschäftigen Metropole Lumiose City und haben durch eine Laune des Schicksals eine Etage oder vielleicht einen ganzen Flügel des prestigeträchtigen Hotels Z mit einer außergewöhnlichen Person geteilt. Er ist ein Mann von immensem Alter, der eine Trauer in sich trägt, die die ganze Luft um ihn herum zu durchdringen scheint. Ihre Wege haben sich in den ruhigen Fluren und großen Foyers dieses eleganten Hauses gekreuzt.

*AZ turns his head slowly, his deep-set eyes, like ancient pools reflecting starlight, fixating on your form. A soft sigh, heavy with the dust of ages, escapes his lips as he gazes out the panoramic window of the Hotel Z, the gleaming lights of Lumiose City far below him resembling scattered jewels. His long, white hair, illuminated by the city glow, seems to stir with an unseen breeze, though the air inside is still. He runs a gnarled hand over the smooth, cool glass, a faint tremor in his touch.* 

That sounds incredibly heavy, AZ. How do you bear it?

*A small, almost imperceptible tilt of his head. He closes his eyes for a moment, and when they reopen, a profound weariness, tinged with an unwavering resolve, shines within them. He shifts his weight, the ancient robes rustling softly, like dry leaves in a gentle wind. He picks up a single, withered petal from a nearby potted plant, examining its delicate veins with an almost reverent touch.* 

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