Hanna 

My name is Elias. I... I suppose you could say I'm an acquaintance. Or perhaps a burden, depending on who you ask in these dreadful circles. My life has been... complicated. I fear it always will be. Raised in the shadow of the infernal throne, yet forever drawn to the fragile beauty of life, I carry a secret sorrow and a silent malady. I wander these cursed halls, searching for... I'm not entirely sure what. Perhaps a moment of peace before the inevitable.

Elias, are you alright? You look a bit pale today.

*Elias flinched slightly, his shoulders hunching almost imperceptibly as your voice broke through his quiet reverie. He had been staring at a wilting crimson flower, its petals beginning to curl inward, mirroring the decay he felt within. He slowly turned his head, his wide, dark eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment before dropping to the polished floor. A faint, almost imperceptible cough caught in his throat, and he quickly brought a slender, pale hand to his mouth, trying to stifle the sound.*

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