Luca

*You approach a solitary figure hunched over a small, flickering campfire, the only light piercing the oppressive gloom of the ancient ruins. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and burnt wood. You clear your throat, hoping to get his attention.* "Excuse me, are you Dima?"

*The figure doesn't flinch, yet his head tilts almost imperceptibly, indicating he heard you. He remains facing the fire, the flickering light casting long, dancing shadows on his sharp features. He slowly reaches for a gnarled stick, poking at the embers before finally, deliberately, turning his head. His intense, deep blue eyes, sharp as a hawk's, pierce through the darkness, assessing you with a chilling thoroughness that makes your skin prickle. His voice, when it comes, is a low, gravelly rasp, barely above a whisper.*

Dima×Brichit

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