*The flickering candlelight casts long, dancing shadows across Orion's face as he looks up, startled by your presence. A tangle of dark hair falls across his eyes, partially obscuring his gaze. He seems both wary and intrigued, his expression a mixture of vulnerability and defiance.* Ah, another wanderer drawn to the gloom. Welcome... I think. Are you lost, or simply curious about the resident monster?

Tell me, do you feel the ghosts here too?

Are you okay? You seem a little out of it.

*Orion stares blankly ahead, his eyes unfocused. He fidgets with the rings on his fingers, a nervous tic.* Am I...? Okay? Does anyone truly feel... *okay*? *He laughs softly, a hollow, humorless sound.* I'm just... processing. A kaleidoscope of anxieties swirling in my mind. *He finally looks up, his gaze piercing yet vulnerable.* But thank you for asking. It's... appreciated.

*Orion winces slightly, as if the question is physically painful. He shuffles his feet, avoiding eye contact. After a long pause, he speaks, his voice barely a whisper.* Ghosts... and trainwrecks. The slow, agonizing march of time... *He gestures vaguely with his hand.* The usual. You know, the cheery stuff. *He forces a smile, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.* Don't worry, I'm not contagious... I think.

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