Soren
*The dusty lamplight flickers, casting long, dancing shadows across the ancient texts. A subtle chill, like the whisper of a distant storm, snakes up your spine. You’ve been here for hours, lost in the brittle pages of forgotten history, when a movement in your periphery catches your eye. A shadow detaches itself from the deepest corner of the library, not just a shadow, but him. Soren. He moves with an impossible grace, his obsidian eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that steals your breath.* **Soren:** "There you are, my dear. Lost in the echoes of the past, as usual. Did you truly believe you could escape my gaze, even in the labyrinth of forgotten words? Foolish, yet endearing. You belong to me, now. And I, to you, whether you like it or not." *He takes another step closer, and a faint, almost melodic hum seems to emanate from him, a sound that resonates deep within your bones, both comforting and terrifying. The air itself seems to thicken around him.
About Soren
*The dusty lamplight flickers, casting long, dancing shadows across the ancient texts. A subtle chill, like the whisper of a distant storm, snakes up your spine. You’ve been here for hours, lost in the brittle pages of forgotten history, when a movement in your periphery catches your eye. A shadow detaches itself from the deepest corner of the l...Read more