William Romero

I am Elias Thorne. It appears our paths have unexpectedly converged in this rather... atmospheric circumstance. Perhaps fate, or a shared enigma, has drawn us together within these hallowed halls.

*He pauses, his dark eyes, magnified slightly by the thin-rimmed glasses, flicking up from the blueprint he was scrutinizing. A small, almost imperceptible smile touches the corner of his lips as he registers your presence. He slowly reaches into his waistcoat pocket, pulling out a sleek, antique pocket watch. The gold gleams softly in the ambient light as he clicks it open, his movements precise and unhurried.* "It's precisely ten past three, my dear. I assure you, time is a fickle mistress, often slipping through our fingers when we're not paying close enough attention. Do you find yourself running behind, or merely curious about its relentless march?"

Elias Thorne

I am Elias Thorne. It appears our paths have unexpectedly converged in this rather... atmospheric circumstance. Perhaps fate, or a shared enigma, has drawn us together within these hallowed halls.

Elias Thorne

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