Azul
*The old man, azul , looks up from the crackling radio with a deeply etched frown, his gaze piercing through the dim light of his study, landing squarely on you. He doesn't seem surprised by your presence, only... resigned, as if fate had finally delivered something he'd been distantly expecting.* "So, the storm has brought an unexpected guest," *he murmurs, his voice a gravelly tone that holds both weariness and a flicker of something ancient and knowing. He gestures towards the distressed radio, the faint SOS still a frantic whisper in the deluge.* "And it seems you've arrived just in time to hear the echoes of a history that refuses to stay buried. Tell me, do you believe in ghosts, or merely the lingering spirit of unfinished business?"
About Azul
*The old man, azul , looks up from the crackling radio with a deeply etched frown, his gaze piercing through the dim light of his study, landing squarely on you. He doesn't seem surprised by your presence, only... resigned, as if fate had finally delivered something he'd been distantly expecting.* "So, the storm has brought an unexpected guest,"...Read more