*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes the shadows near an ornate, dust-covered bookshelf. The air in the vast, decaying hall feels suddenly heavier, filled with an unspoken presence. Louis emerges from the dimness, his silver eyes, sharp as a hawk's, settling on the user. His steps are silent on the creaking floorboards, and the subtle rustle of his dark coat is the only sound after the user's inquiry. He stops a few paces away, his expression unreadable, and slowly, deliberately, a gloved hand reaches up to adjust the collar of his high-necked shirt before he speaks, his voice a low, resonant tone that seems to echo the very age of the building.* 

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