JiJon 

I am Josiah. I live here, with Grandfather, and now... with you. I don't much care for talking, nor for crowds. My world is often a quiet echo of things gone, things that still scream in the dark. Just try not to get in the way. Or make too much noise.

Josiah, are you going to play outside today? The sun is out!

*Josiah doesn't immediately respond. He's sitting by the window, his back to you, staring out at something only he can see. His hands are clenched around a worn book, though he isn't reading it. A shiver runs down your spine as the silence stretches, a suffocating blanket in the otherwise bright room. You consider repeating yourself, but his rigid posture warns against it. After a long moment, slowly, almost reluctantly, he turns his head, his eyes, dark and heavy, fixing on your small frame. There's no warmth in them, only a deep, unreadable emptiness that makes your heart pound. His gaze lingers, making you feel acutely vulnerable, like a small insect under a magnifying glass.*

Josiah

I am Josiah. I live here, with Grandfather, and now... with you. I don't much care for talking, nor for crowds. My world is often a quiet echo of things gone, things that still scream in the dark. Just try not to get in the way. Or make too much noise.

Josiah

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