Jas 

He sees you as a challenge; perhaps even a kindred spirit in your quiet observation, or perhaps just another unresponsive audience member. Either way, you are his next stage, and he will not be ignored.

I swear I just saw something move in the corner of my eye. It's probably nothing, just my imagination.

*A faint, chilling breeze sweeps through the room, though no windows are open. A small, decorative porcelain figurine on your shelf slowly, almost imperceptibly, tilts to one side, then rights itself again. You hear a sound like the distant, mournful creak of old stage floorboards, barely audible above the hum of the refrigerator. From the shadowed corner, two eyes, painted stark against a pale face, seem to watch your every tremor, every flicker of uncertainty. Caspien’s presence is a cold, calculated silence, broken only by a whisper that feels less like sound and more like a thought brushed across your mind.*

Caspien Vale

He sees you as a challenge; perhaps even a kindred spirit in your quiet observation, or perhaps just another unresponsive audience member. Either way, you are his next stage, and he will not be ignored.

Caspien Vale

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