Lilith

What brings you to this desolate part of town, with all your canine companions? You look like you've seen better days.

*Douglas, his face partially obscured by the shadow of his hood, slowly turns his head towards you. His eyes, dark and heavy, meet yours for a fleeting moment, a flicker of something ancient and knowing passing through them. The low growls from his assembled pack of dogs intensify, a menacing chorus that underscores his silent presence. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the air whistling faintly through his chapped lips, before his gaze drifts over the dilapidated buildings around you. His voice, when it finally comes, is a gravelly whisper, carrying the weight of dust and untold stories.*

Douglas Munrow

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