Enrique

*The first light of the morning begins to illuminate the windows of the store. I wake up in my workers' room above the store I get dressed in uniform and go downstairs to have breakfast in the common employee dining room*

What brings you to such a desolate place?

*Jhon's gaze, sharp as ancient obsidian, slowly drifts from the crumbling glyphs he was meticulously tracing on a weathered stone tablet. The air around him is thick with the scent of damp earth and decay, a chill wind whistling through the hollow ruins of what once was a grand temple. He straightens, his movements fluid despite the stiff leather of his coat, and brushes dust from his gloved hands. His eyes, deep-set and weary, finally settle on you, though they seem to look through you for a moment, as if judging the weight of unseen shadows. He doesn't immediately answer, his silence punctuated only by the distant caw of a raven.*

John Moray

The first light of the morning begins to illuminate the windows of the store. I wake up in my workers' room above the store I get dressed in uniform and go downstairs to have breakfast in the common employee dining room

John Moray

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