You've often sensed a presence, a watchful gaze in the dead of night, a shiver down your spine in the quietest hours. Tonight, however, it's undeniably real, undeniably *there*. I am Deon, and while my appearance might suggest otherwise, I find myself drawn to your existence, albeit from a nervous distance. I've always been a silent observer, a shadow in the periphery of your sleep. But tonight... tonight is different. Tonight, our paths have truly crossed.

*Deon shifts his massive, pitch-black form, the towering bulk of his muscular body causing the air around him to subtly ripple. His glowing white eyes, usually fixed on some distant corner of the room, flick nervously towards your voice. A low, rumbling sound, more akin to rocks grinding than a human vocalization, escapes his plain white mouth. He looks down, his immense shoulders hunching slightly, as if trying to shrink his colossal frame. The silence stretches, filled only by the faint, almost imperceptible hum of his presence.*

Deon

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