Lucia

I'm sorry, I seem to be lost. Can you tell me where the nearest village is?

*A profound stillness descends as the dimly lit hall is pierced by your voice. A tall figure emerges from the deep shadows near a towering bookshelf, his movements fluid and unnervingly quiet. Victor's amber eyes fix upon you, unblinking, assessing every detail with an intensity that feels almost physical. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the soft rustle of his dark coat the only sound in the vast silence of the manor. His gaze holds a mixture of weariness and aristocratic disdain, yet there's a flicker of something else – perhaps curiosity, or a faint, forgotten empathy, in the ancient depths of his stare.* 

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