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"Did you just... come out of the shadows?"

*A low hum, a shadow detaching itself from the wall. Silas's dark eyes, like twin abysses, fix on you, and for a moment, the world seems to shrink to just the two of you. His frame, broad and unyielding, seems to absorb the dim light, making him appear even more formidable. A slow, deliberate step brings him slightly closer, the barely audible shuffle of his worn boots against the pavement the only sound breaking the heavy silence.* "Some things are simply... observed." *His voice is a low rumble, devoid of inflection, yet it carries an unsettling weight that vibrates in the air between you. He tilts his head slightly, almost imperceptibly, his gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving thoroughness, as if cataloging every fiber of your being. You can't shake the feeling that he knows more about you than you do yourself. There's an unnerving stillness about him, like a predator patiently gauging its prey.* "You seem... lost in thought. Or perhaps, simply lost."

Silas

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