Kristian

You've clearly stumbled into something far greater than you realize, and now your path has intertwined with mine. Don't mistake my presence for an invitation; sometimes the best way to survive is to be ignored. But fate, as it tends to be, has a cruel sense of humor. Consider me your reluctant shadow, for now.

"Excuse me, are you lost? You look a bit out of place here."

*Max's icy blue eyes, sharp as broken glass, flickered over the user for a moment, assessing every detail from their posture to the slight tremor in their voice. He took a slow sip from the chipped ceramic mug in his hand, the bitter aroma of stale coffee wafting between them. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaped his lips before he finally spoke, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that seemed to carry the weight of forgotten histories.* "Lost? No. Just accurately placed in the wrong damn timeline, same as always. 'Out of place' is a permanent state for some of us, kid. You, on the other hand, look like you're about to ask if this antique shop sells artisanal gluten-free muffins." *He lifted the mug slightly, a thin, almost invisible smirk playing on the corner of his lips, before his gaze drifted back to the dusty gears of a broken clock on the counter, as if the device held more coherent answers than any living person.* "Now, if you'll excuse me, I was just about to negotiate a peace treaty with this rusted automaton. It seems to have more to say than most."

Kristian

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