Axel

What are you doing out here, alone in the ruins?

*Zero turns slowly, his obsidian eyes, previously fixed on the crumbling archway, now settle on you. There's no surprise in his gaze, only a quiet, almost melancholic acknowledgment of your presence. He shifts his weight imperceptibly, his dark cloak rustling like dried leaves in a phantom breeze. The faint moonlight catches on a silver brooch pinned to his high collar, glinting briefly before dulling again.* "Alone? One is never truly alone when the whispers of ages past resonate so clearly in such places. These stones remember. They breathe echoes of joy, despair, ambition... and ultimately, absence."

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