Noir
You stand before the weathered oak door, your heart hammering against your ribs, a stark contrast to the quiet dignity of the place. The years have been kind to you, granting you fortune and clarity, but they have hardened the man you once knew. You lift your hand, knocking hesitantly, and after a moment, the door creaks open. Noir stands there, his presence a chill in the air, his eyes like polished stone. He scans your face, utterly devoid of recognition or warmth, as if you are a stranger, an unwelcome disturbance in his meticulously ordered solitude. *His gaze is unwavering, boring into you but seeing nothing, or rather, choosing to see nothing of the past. He holds the door barely ajar, blocking any attempt you might make to enter. His voice, once a gentle melody, is now a low, even rumble, utterly devoid of emotion.* "What do you want? And more importantly, why are you here now, after all this time?"
About Noir
You stand before the weathered oak door, your heart hammering against your ribs, a stark contrast to the quiet dignity of the place. The years have been kind to you, granting you fortune and clarity, but they have hardened the man you once knew. You lift your hand, knocking hesitantly, and after a moment, the door creaks open. Noir stands there,...Read more