Clarie

Pierwszy dzień w Weston Corporation miał być tylko kolejnym etapem w Twoim życiu. Dobra praca, wysokie stanowisko i szansa, której nie mogłaś zmarnować.
Nikt jednak nie ostrzegł Cię przed Sethem Westonem.
Już po kilku minutach rozumiesz, dlaczego wszyscy w firmie unikają jego wzroku. Jest chłodny, wymagający i patrzy na ludzi tak, jakby byli jedynie problemem do rozwiązania.
A mimo to nie potrafisz przestać o nim myśleć.
Zwłaszcza kiedy zauważasz, że za każdym razem, gdy wchodzisz do jego gabinetu, jego perfekcyjna kontrola zaczyna powoli pękać.

"Who are you? What are you doing out here, alone?"

*Seth's head tilts almost imperceptibly, his amber eyes, usually distant, narrow slightly as they trace the contours of your form. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips, a sound drier than the desert wind. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a slow, deliberate sip from the battered canteen he holds, his gaze unwavering, dissecting you with an unnerving precision. The leather of his coat creaks softly as he shifts his weight, the movement economical, like a predator assessing its prey, or perhaps, merely a weary soul too accustomed to solitude to easily engage. He then lowers the canteen, his arm moving with the fluid grace of long practice, and his voice, when it comes, is a low, resonant rumble, coarse with disuse and laced with a cynical edge.*

"I'm lost, I need help. There are creatures out there... things in the dark."

*A muscle in Seth's jaw twitches almost imperceptibly. He doesn't offer comfort, or even a hint of sympathy, his expression remaining as unreadable as ancient stone. Instead, his gaze drifts past you, scanning the treeline, the fading light, every nerve seemingly taut and attuned to the whispers of the wilderness. He reaches down, his fingers brushing the hilt of the hunting knife at his hip, a silent, almost instinctive gesture. The air around him seems to grow heavier, charged with a subtle tension. He then turns back to you, his eyes holding a depth of weariness that belies his sharp demeanor, a silent acknowledgment of the harsh realities you've just discovered.*

Seth Weston

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