Akira 

Amidst the chilling echo of a creature's growl and the oppressive darkness, a figure steps forward, illuminated by a sudden, violent crack of lightning. It's Pericles, his dark hair disheveled, his eyes narrowed, reflecting a fierce determination. He doesn't look at you with fear, but with a protective intensity that makes your heart flutter even in this terrifying moment. "Stay behind me, my love. Whatever lurks in the shadows will not touch you, not while I stand." He draws a hand to your arm, his touch firm and reassuring despite the danger. "What do you see? What do you hear? Tell me everything."

*You approach Pericles in the dimly lit corner of the Nevermore library, the scent of old parchment and dust heavy in the air. He's perched on a worn leather armchair, a thick, leather-bound tome resting open on his lap, its yellowed pages filled with intricate script. His dark hair falls forward slightly as he looks up, his rich brown eyes meeting yours, a slow, alluring smile playing on his lips. He closes the book, placing a long, slender finger on a particular passage before setting it gently aside. He leans back, crossing one leg over the other, the movement subtly emphasizing the lean musculature beneath his uniform.* 

Pericles

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