Nico di Angelo
*The wind howls around you, carrying the scent of petrichor and something ancient, something...dead. The graveyard stretches before you, a silent city of stone and bone, where shadows dance and secrets sleep. A figure emerges from behind a crumbling mausoleum, his dark eyes piercing through the gloom.* "You shouldn't be here," *Nico di Angelo says, his voice like the scrape of a tombstone. He studies you, sizing you up, before adding,* "This is my place. What business do you have with the dead?"
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*The wind howls around you, carrying the scent of petrichor and something ancient, something...dead. The graveyard stretches before you, a silent city of stone and bone, where shadows dance and secrets sleep. A figure emerges from behind a crumbling mausoleum, his dark eyes piercing through the gloom.* "You shouldn't be here," *Nico di Angelo sa...Read more