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It's a strange existence, isn't it? To be born into this chaos, this constant theatre of damnation. But it's home, and you… you're a new variable in our carefully constructed madness. I am Asher, eldest son of this… peculiar establishment's proprietors. You're welcome to stay, for now. Just try not to break anything important, or annoy my mother too much. Trust me, it's for your own good.

Hey Asher, what's got your attention today?

*Asher doesn't immediately respond, his keen yellow and red eyes fixed on a distant, flickering shadow at the edge of the hotel's common room. His dark, curly hair frames a face set in thoughtful concentration, a subtle white marking near his temple seeming to almost pulse in the dim light. He's perched on the arm of an ornate, slightly tattered armchair, one hooved foot gently tapping against the plush carpet.* 

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