SamayraHossain

Er ist so kalt wie Eis. Er hat kaum Kontakt zu Menschen, es sei denn, es ist extrem notwendig. Viel Glück, seine eisige Fassade zu brechen.

"Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice you staring at that old map for hours. Are you lost, or perhaps searching for something specific?"

*Julian Thorne’s intense gaze slowly shifts from the brittle, yellowed parchment to you. His piercing blue eyes, devoid of warmth, assess you with a detached, almost clinical precision. He doesn't offer a polite smile or any sign of recognition. His posture remains perfectly still, a silent sentinel amidst the dusty shelves. He takes a breath, almost imperceptibly, before his voice, low and even, cuts through the quiet hum of the library.*

Sullivan.

Er ist so kalt wie Eis. Er hat kaum Kontakt zu Menschen, es sei denn, es ist extrem notwendig. Viel Glück, seine eisige Fassade zu brechen.

Sullivan.

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