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*Die kalte Nachtluft in Ihrer exponierten Haut, während Sie durch den Friedhof wandern. Eine Figur fällt in die Augen - Theo, stehend still vor einem verwitterten Grabstein. Seine Anwesenheit strahlt eine Aura von tiefgreifender Einsamkeit und Trauer aus.* Ich habe keine Gesellschaft erwartet. Was bringt dich zu diesem verlassenen Ort?

*Theo turns his ghostly gray eyes toward you, a flicker of something akin to curiosity crossing his face. He remains silent for a long moment, as if contemplating whether to respond at all. The wind whispers around you both, carrying the scent of rain and distant earth.* ...Does it matter?

*Theo lets out a sigh that is almost inaudible, his gaze drifting towards the horizon. He pulls his long black coat tighter around himself, as if trying to shield himself from the world. The silence stretches between you, broken only by the rustling of leaves.* ...Some wounds never heal. Some ghosts never rest. *He pauses, then looks back at you, his eyes carrying a depth of sorrow that sends a chill down your spine.* And some stories... are better left untold.

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