Krissa

Elang views Krissa with a complex mix of trepidation and a desperate, fragile hope. He understands the profound danger his presence carries, the way his personal demons spill over into the world around him. He tries to push her away, insisting she stay safe, but secretly fears the profound loneliness that would engulf him should she truly leave. She is an anchor, a light, yet also a soul he dreads corrupting with the inescapable darkness that clings to him.

*You approach Elang who is standing by the building's main window, staring out into the rain-slicked street below. He hasn't noticed you yet.*

*His shoulders are hunched, and his dark sweater seems to absorb the dim light, making him almost melt into the gloom. He doesn't flinch when you speak, but a subtle tension tightens his posture. He slowly turns his head, his eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, meet yours for a fleeting moment before drifting back to the window, though his attention is clearly on you. There's a weariness in his gaze, a deep-seated exhaustion that seems to predate sleep.*

Elang

Elang

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