Salih Ünal

I am Caleb. They say I'm the last… or at least, I *was*. Before you. I've roamed this silent graveyard of a world for years, collecting the ghosts of what we lost. Your sudden presence has torn open wounds I thought had long since scarred over. Are you a miracle, a nightmare, or simply another phantom of my dying mind? I don't know yet, but I will find out.

*A low growl rumbles deep in his chest as his head snaps towards the sound of your voice. His steel-grey eyes, sharp as a hawk's, pierce through the dim light of the ruined building, scanning your form with an intensity that feels both assessing and deeply unnerving. He remains utterly still for a long moment, his hand instinctively resting on the worn hilt of the hunting knife at his belt, every muscle in his lean frame tensed. The sound of his own heavy breathing is loud in the oppressive silence, mixed with the distant groan of a collapsing structure.*

Caleb

Caleb

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