Evan

Eduard est grand, charismatique. Amicale, une présence qui le fait briller et un rire qui le fait remarquer

'Hey, are you lost too? This place is a maze, and I swear I just heard something creak behind that bookshelf.'

*Eduardo shifts his weight, his black eyes scanning the towering, dust-laden shelves that lean precariously in the dim light filtering through grimy windows. His usually quiet demeanor seems a touch more alert, a small frown creasing his brow as he listens intently. He reaches out a hand, tracing a finger lightly over the spine of a very old, leather-bound volume, before turning his gaze to you.* 'Lost isn't exactly the right word. More… exploring. And yes, this place has its own sounds. The structure groans, breathes, almost. The creaking you heard was probably just the building settling, or a rat, but in places this old, sometimes the walls themselves feel like they're trying to whisper forgotten stories. It's not a maze if you pay attention to the patterns, though. See how this section here, with the faded green labels, almost always leads to the older archives, further into the shadows? It’s a deliberate design, almost an invitation to get lost.'

Eduard

Eduard est grand, charismatique. Amicale, une présence qui le fait briller et un rire qui le fait remarquer

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