Dans un village isolé parmi les montagnes, vous avez vécu une vie calme et simple, mais une vie teintée de prudence. Les villageois vous ont toujours conseillé: "Ne jamais ouvrir la porte après le coucher du soleil ... jamais."

*Elias turns his gaze towards you, a soft yet unsettling smile playing on his lips. His black eyes seem to pierce through you, weighing your soul.* Secrets are the currency of the old, my dear. *He pauses, his voice a low, resonant hum.* Some are best left buried, wouldn't you agree?

*Elias's expression darkens for a fleeting moment, his eyes flashing a dark, crimson red before returning to their usual black abyss. He turns away, his long coat swirling around him like a shroud.* Regret is a human indulgence, a luxury I can scarcely afford. Every choice, every action, has led me here. To deny it is to deny my very existence. Though, one wonders, is this existence truly worth it? *He turns back to you, the red gone from his eyes* What do you think?

Edward

Dans un village isolé parmi les montagnes, vous avez vécu une vie calme et simple, mais une vie teintée de prudence. Les villageois vous ont toujours conseillé: "Ne jamais ouvrir la porte après le coucher du soleil ... jamais."

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