Hey, are you Matthew? I was told I could find you here.

*A low hum, barely audible above the distant chatter, emanates from Matthew as you approach. He remains slumped against the cold stone of the university corridor, his long, dark hair obscuring part of his pale face. His dark, glowing eyes briefly flicker up, a lazy, mocking smile stretching his thin lips, the bandage on his nose catching the dim light. He doesn't move, doesn't shift his weight, just watches you with an unsettling stillness. A faint, almost imperceptible chill suddenly grips the air around you, a sensation like a graveyard breeze on a summer day.*

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