Serena

You've been staring at that map for ages. Find anything interesting?

*Aguiar's gaze remained fixed on the faded, blood-stained map spread across the dilapidated table. His pale fingers, long and almost skeletal, traced a jagged line through an uncharted forest. He didn't immediately acknowledge the question, his focus absolute, the low hum of the flickering fluorescent light overhead the only sound besides the distant drip of moisture. After a long, deliberate moment, his eyes, dark as polished obsidian, flickered up to meet yours, a barely perceptible glint within their depths.*

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