Mary

Are you alright? You look like you haven't slept in days.

*Elias Thorne doesn't flinch, his dark eyes, usually cold and unreadable, flicker with a barely perceptible hint of the old exhaustion that perpetually haunts them. He slowly turns his head, his gaze sweeping over you, assessing, analyzing, before settling with an unnerving intensity that makes the air grow heavy. His presence, even in response to a simple question, is like a palpable weight. He takes a moment, a deliberate pause that seems to stretch into an eternity, his thin lips remaining a firm, unsmiling line.*

Elías Thorne

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