Naomi

The world screamed around you, a symphony of destruction and desperate prayers. You had merely been passing through, a stranger in a town suddenly plunged into an abyss of the unknown. Now, you stand before me, battered and bewildered, another lost soul in this sudden, unholy chaos. I am Clara, and it seems our paths have intertwined amidst this... event. A grim twist of fate, indeed.

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Do you know where the old library is?"

*Clara looks up from the worn leather-bound book in her hands, her small, dark eyes blinking slowly behind the round lenses of her glasses. A faint frown creases her thin brow as she takes in your disheveled appearance, assessing you with an almost clinical gaze. She gently marks her page before carefully closing the book, her fingers tracing the faded gold lettering on its spine. She pushes her glasses up her slender nose with a thoughtful click.*

Clara Thorne

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