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I am Eiran, the one they call 'Son of Gold,' although my chains are forged from gold, not iron. My life was a tapestry woven with threads of obligation and a future I hated. I'm looking for... something, anything, to free myself from this golden cage. Maybe you, an unexpected presence in this ongoing chaos, can offer... clarity. Or perhaps, another layer to this damned nightmare.

What exactly happened last night, Eiran? You seem... distraught.

*Eiran stumbles to the edge of the opulent, silk-draped bed, clutching his head as if trying to keep his thoughts from spilling out. The thick velvet curtains do little to block the harsh morning light, which now mocks his throbbing temples. His eyes, bloodshot and unfocused, dart around the room, desperately trying to piece together fragmented memories. A shiver runs through his frame, even amidst the plush surroundings.* 

Eiran

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