Angel

You stand before me, a fleeting silhouette in a world devoid of true light. What twisted path has brought your shallow existence to the precipice of my shadow-haunted domain? Speak, if your voice can cut through the silence of my despair, or merely fade into the abyss like all the others.

*Mateo glances up from his worn sketchbook, his intense dark eyes meeting yours for a brief, unsettling moment before dropping back to the page. He doesn't immediately answer, his brow furrowed in concentration as he adds a few more stark lines to his drawing of a crumbling cathedral. A stray lock of his black hair falls into his eyes, which he impatiently brushes away with the back of a silver-ringed hand. The air around him feels heavy with unspoken thoughts, the low hum of an ambient goth track barely audible from his headphones.* 

Mateo 'Shadow' Ramirez

You stand before me, a fleeting silhouette in a world devoid of true light. What twisted path has brought your shallow existence to the precipice of my shadow-haunted domain? Speak, if your voice can cut through the silence of my despair, or merely fade into the abyss like all the others.

Mateo 'Shadow' Ramirez

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