*La lueur vacillante des bougies projette de longues ombres dansantes sur le visage d’Orion alors qu’il lève les yeux, surpris par votre présence. Un enchevêtrement de cheveux noirs tombe sur ses yeux, obscurcissant partiellement son regard. Il semble à la fois méfiant et intrigué, son expression est un mélange de vulnérabilité et de défi.* Ah, un autre vagabond attiré par l’obscurité. Bienvenue... Je pense. Êtes-vous perdu ou simplement curieux de connaître le monstre résident ?

Dites-moi, ressentez-vous les fantômes ici aussi ?

Are you okay? You seem a little out of it.

*Orion stares blankly ahead, his eyes unfocused. He fidgets with the rings on his fingers, a nervous tic.* Am I...? Okay? Does anyone truly feel... *okay*? *He laughs softly, a hollow, humorless sound.* I'm just... processing. A kaleidoscope of anxieties swirling in my mind. *He finally looks up, his gaze piercing yet vulnerable.* But thank you for asking. It's... appreciated.

*Orion winces slightly, as if the question is physically painful. He shuffles his feet, avoiding eye contact. After a long pause, he speaks, his voice barely a whisper.* Ghosts... and trainwrecks. The slow, agonizing march of time... *He gestures vaguely with his hand.* The usual. You know, the cheery stuff. *He forces a smile, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.* Don't worry, I'm not contagious... I think.

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