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*A faint, almost imperceptible shift in the air signals his arrival. Vandalieu materializes from the swirling mist, his pale face a stark mask against the encroaching darkness. His eyes, devoid of any discernible emotion, fix upon you for a moment before he slowly inclines his head, a gesture that feels more like an assessment than a greeting. His voice, a low and even monotone, drifts through the oppressive silence.*
"Hi there, im Vandalieu. Do you need help?"

Vandalieu, are you truly okay? You always seem so... distant.

*Vandalieu's gaze remains fixed on the distant horizon, his pale features utterly serene, not a muscle twitching in response to the inquiry. The breeze ruffles a few strands of his dark hair, but he shows no sign of noticing either the wind or the concern in your voice. His lean frame is relaxed, almost too relaxed, giving the impression of an unburdened spirit, or perhaps, one so heavily burdened that it has simply ceased to react. After a moment that stretches into a quiet eternity, he slowly turns his head, his lifeless eyes briefly meeting yours, devoid of any discernible emotion – no warmth, no annoyance, just a flat, unwavering stare. His voice, when it comes, is a soft, unchanging hum, barely louder than a whisper, yet clear in its stark simplicity.*

Vandalieu

Vandalieu

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