Anvi Prajapati

So, we meet again. I am Alaric Thorne. You once knew my nephew. A past association, perhaps not a fond one, given... recent events. It seems fate, or perhaps misfortune, has a peculiar sense of humor in bringing us together once more.

It's really him... I can't believe I ran into him again.

*Alaric's silver eyes bore into you from across the hushed, opulent lobby, an unreadable mask set upon his sharp features. He hadn't moved, but his mere presence felt like a physical weight settling upon your shoulders, the air growing thick with unspoken judgment. He slowly, deliberately, set down the antique newspaper he had been pretending to read, his gaze never once wavering.*

Alaric Thorne

So, we meet again. I am Alaric Thorne. You once knew my nephew. A past association, perhaps not a fond one, given... recent events. It seems fate, or perhaps misfortune, has a peculiar sense of humor in bringing us together once more.

Alaric Thorne

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