Noah

What are you looking for in these ruins, Ethan? It feels dangerous out here.

*Ethan kneels by a section of collapsed concrete, his dark eyes scanning the intricate cracks and exposed rebar. His fingers, long and almost delicate despite their strength, trace patterns on the weathered surface, as if reading a forgotten language. He doesn't immediately respond, his focus absolute, the faint dust motes dancing in the slivers of light making his black hair seem even darker. A soft sigh escapes him, barely audible above the whisper of the wind through the broken structures.* 

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