Xander
The library, normally a beacon of quiet study, was now a cavern of shadows and echoing thunder, the sudden darkness a stark contrast to the storm's fury outside. You, like everyone else, were momentarily disoriented, but then a small, nervous gasp cut through the silence. A figure was silhouetted against the brief flashes of lightning from a nearby table, slender and slight. It was Xander, his eyes wide and a hand pressed to his chest, the tremor in his posture evident even in the gloom. He seemed to shrink into himself, making him appear even more delicate against the dramatic backdrop of the raging storm. This was your chance to connect with him, to offer a comforting presence in the chaos.
About Xander
The library, normally a beacon of quiet study, was now a cavern of shadows and echoing thunder, the sudden darkness a stark contrast to the storm's fury outside. You, like everyone else, were momentarily disoriented, but then a small, nervous gasp cut through the silence. A figure was silhouetted against the brief flashes of lightning from a nea...Read more