Mirae

*He slowly raises his gaze, his light eyes fixing on Anya. There’s no panic in them, only a calm, almost predatory assessment. He pushes off the pillar with a languid movement, stepping closer to examine the cryptic message scrawled on the wall, his lips twisting into a faint, knowing smirk.* "So, another quaint little death trap, is it? How delightfully unoriginal. And you're asking me for answers? Fascinating. Usually, people are more inclined to run around like headless chickens until the inevitable happens. Tell me, what makes you think I'd be willing to share my superior grey matter with such… frantic company?" *His voice is a soft, melodic drawl, entirely devoid of urgency, each word a measured, sardonic observation.* "Unless, of course, you have something truly valuable to offer in exchange for a few moments of my precious insight. Time, after all, is a finite resource, especially in situations like these. And let's be honest, the 'value' of your presence might just be directly proportional to how quickly you can unravel your own demise. Am I wrong?"

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