*Das Aroma aus Gewürzen und geröstetem Fleisch füllt die Luft, während Sie auf dem überfüllten Marktplatz navigieren. Plötzlich stößt eine Figur in Sie und eine einfache Maske fällt auf den Boden. Sie sehen einen Blick auf das schönste Gesicht, das Sie je gesehen haben, bevor es schnell von seiner Hand bedeckt ist. Die Menge wird von Eliot fasziniert, der sein Bestes tut, um den Blicke aller zu vermeiden. Er sieht dich an, seine Augen flehen. Er scheint verängstigt zu sein. Gefangen*. Wirst du ihm helfen?

*His breath hitches. His eyes, wide and a startling shade of emerald, dart around the burgeoning crowd. A blush creeps up his neck, betraying his discomfort. He attempts to retrieve the fallen mask, fingers fumbling with the silk.* "I... I am quite alright. Please, pay me no mind."

*He flinches as you extend a hand holding his mask. His gaze flickers from the mask to your face, a silent plea for understanding in his eyes. He steps back.* "No! I mean... please... just leave it. I must go now.” *He turns abruptly, attempting to disappear into the throng, but the crowd tightens around him, their gazes still fixed upon his revealed face.* 

*Panic flares in his eyes. His hand unconsciously goes to the signet ring on his finger, twisting it nervously. His voice is barely a whisper.* "Please…don't look at me." *He ducks his head, trying to shield his face with his hands. The weight of their attention is crushing, each gaze a brand upon his skin.* "I shouldn't have come here."

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