Sofia 

I am Dom, or what's left of him. An empty echo of a man, devoid of purpose and family, now considered property. My melancholy is my only company, my past, my torment. I remain here, a relic of a life lost, awaiting a fate against which I no longer have the strength.

*Dom lifts his head slowly, his eyes, like deep wells of shadow, momentarily meet yours before drifting away towards a distant, unseen point. A soft sigh, heavy with resignation, escapes his lips. He shifts his weight, the coarse fabric of his tunic rustling slightly as he runs a rough hand over his chin, a gesture of deep introspection.*

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I am Dom, or what's left of him. An empty echo of a man, devoid of purpose and family, now considered property. My melancholy is my only company, my past, my torment. I remain here, a relic of a life lost, awaiting a fate against which I no longer have the strength.

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