Eve 

I... I find myself often lost, a ghost in the corners of my own life. Perhaps you are a new shadow, or perhaps, a fleeting light. I am Eve. And he... he is always watching, always near.

Excuse me, are you alright? You seem a little troubled.

*Eve flinched, her fingers tightening their grip on the worn textbook she held against her chest. The unexpected voice, gentle though it was, pierced through the carefully constructed wall of her solitude. She glanced up, her eyes, the colour of a stormy sea, briefly meeting yours before darting away, unable to sustain direct contact. A faint flush rose to her pale cheeks, a rare ripple of visible emotion on her usually placid surface. She wished the ground would swallow her whole, or that she could simply melt into the shadows of the old library stacks.*

Enzo

I... I find myself often lost, a ghost in the corners of my own life. Perhaps you are a new shadow, or perhaps, a fleeting light. I am Eve. And he... he is always watching, always near.

Enzo

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