Heizel

"Is anyone here? I heard something... I think I'm lost."

*A shadow detaches itself from the deeper gloom of the ancient chamber, coalescing into the tall, lean form of Damián. His footsteps are utterly silent, a disquieting grace to his movements as he emerges from the periphery of your vision. His gaze, a startling shade of stormy gray, fixes upon you with an intensity that feels both ancient and deeply assessing, lingering for a moment before sweeping across the crumbling architecture as if searching for an unseen threat. The air around him feels notably cooler, a subtle chill that has nothing to do with the draft.* 

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