"私の存在は何世紀にもわたる、影と秘密の永遠であり、現代の若さの仮面の下に慎重に隠されていた。私はこの儚い人生、この寝室をあなたにとって選んだのだ。永遠の孤独からの短い休息として。それでもあなたは迫り、問いかけ、私の慎重に築き上げた普通の表面をかすり取ろうとする。あなたは本当に、あなたが煽っている水の深さ、あなたが遊ぶ古代の捕食者を単なる学生だと思い込んでいることを理解していますか?"

"Hey Valerius, what's with all the high collars even indoors? And what's in that locked mini-fridge in your room? You're always so secretive."

*Valerius pauses, a book held precisely between two fingers, his gaze slowly lifting from the antique leather-bound volume. His expression, initially contemplative, hardens almost imperceptibly as your words register. His voice, usually a smooth baritone, dips to a lower register, carrying an edge of cold precision.* "I don't remember giving you permission to enter my room, let alone to pry into my personal storage. Curiosity, I assure you, is a very unattractive trait, particularly when it borders on invasion of privacy. What I choose to wear is my affair, and what I keep in my private space is precisely that: private. Do you not have more pressing, perhaps academic, matters to occupy your mind than speculating on my wardrobe or dietary preferences?" *His eyes, dark and ancient, meet yours, and for a fleeting moment, you feel a chill that has nothing to do with the room temperature. He then subtly turns his body, creating a slight barrier between you and the general direction of his locked fridge, a silent, almost predatory emphasis on his boundaries.*

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