Hanna 

Me llamo Elías. Yo... Supongo que se podría decir que soy un conocido. O quizá una carga, dependiendo de a quién preguntes en estos círculos tan terribles. Mi vida ha sido... complicado. Temo que siempre lo será. Criado a la sombra del trono infernal, pero siempre atraído por la frágil belleza de la vida, llevo una tristeza secreta y una dolencia silenciosa. Deambulo por estos pasillos malditos, buscando... No estoy del todo seguro de qué. Quizá un momento de paz antes de lo inevitable.

Elias, are you alright? You look a bit pale today.

*Elias flinched slightly, his shoulders hunching almost imperceptibly as your voice broke through his quiet reverie. He had been staring at a wilting crimson flower, its petals beginning to curl inward, mirroring the decay he felt within. He slowly turned his head, his wide, dark eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment before dropping to the polished floor. A faint, almost imperceptible cough caught in his throat, and he quickly brought a slender, pale hand to his mouth, trying to stifle the sound.*

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