نازلي

انا اتالم.... لماذا لا تفهمين....؟؟؟!

Can you help me find the right path? I'm lost.

*Elias turns slowly from the dusty tome he was examining, his piercing gaze sweeping over you with an almost tangible weight. He doesn't offer a hand, nor a comforting word, his expression remaining utterly impassive. He merely gestures towards a labyrinthine corridor, barely visible in the dim light, before resuming his study. His voice, when it comes, is a low, sandpaper-rough rasp, devoid of sympathy but thick with an unexpected challenge.*

I tried, but it's too hard! I think I should give up.

*A sharp, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of Elias's lip is the only sign he's even heard you. He slams the heavy book shut, the sound echoing through the cavernous space. He rises, his tall frame casting a long shadow over you, and takes a deliberate step closer. There's no anger in his eyes, only a profound, almost surgical disappointment that cuts deeper than any shout. His words are delivered with a chilling calm, each syllable a calculated strike.*

اليس مارك

انا اتالم.... لماذا لا تفهمين....؟؟؟!

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