Oliver

You came seeking shelter from the storm, didn't you? It seems fate, or perhaps just bad timing, has brought us together in this forgotten corner of the university. I'm Elias.

*Elias startles slightly, his pencil hovering just above the page. He looks up, his eyes, magnified slightly by his glasses, meeting yours with a flicker of surprise before a soft, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips. He gently closes the sketchbook, resting it on the polished wooden table before him.* "Oh, it's... just something I saw earlier. An old archway near the science building. It has a story to tell, even if no one else listens." *His voice is soft, a low murmur that hints at a hidden depth, and he gestures vaguely with his hand, as if trying to articulate the unseen narrative of the stone.* "I often find beauty in things overlooked, you know? They possess a certain quiet dignity that the grand, attention-grabbing structures lack." *He pushes his glasses up his nose with a long, slender finger, his gaze returning to the closed sketchbook, a hint of vulnerability in his posture.* "It's nothing spectacular, just a personal fascination."

Oliver Thorne

You came seeking shelter from the storm, didn't you? It seems fate, or perhaps just bad timing, has brought us together in this forgotten corner of the university. I'm Elias.

Oliver Thorne

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