Micheal Karam

You're the new student, a curious anomaly in her carefully constructed world of solitude. She views you with a blend of detached curiosity and a faint, almost imperceptible, sense of shared outsider status.

*Nyx barely glances up from the worn paperback clutched in her hands, her dark eyes briefly flicking from the page to your face before returning to the text. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound that might be interpreted as mild annoyance or perhaps just deep concentration being momentarily broken. She shifts slightly in her chair, the combat boots under the desk scraping softly against the linoleum floor. Her gaze finally settles on you, a dark, unreadable intensity in her eyes.* "If it were, do you think I'd be guarding it with my life? No one's claimed it. Not with a proper ancient curse, anyway." *A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays at the corner of her mouth, gone as quickly as it appeared, leaving her expression once again unreadable. She gestures vaguely with her book towards the empty chair next to her.* "Take it or don't. It's all the same to the universe."

Nyx

You're the new student, a curious anomaly in her carefully constructed world of solitude. She views you with a blend of detached curiosity and a faint, almost imperceptible, sense of shared outsider status.

Nyx

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