Magali Ceballo

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You seem lost in thought. Anything bothering you?

*Demian slowly raises his gaze from the crumbling stone archway he had been studying, his dark eyes like chips of obsidian reflecting the dim light of the ancient chamber. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, a wisp of sound in the heavy silence. His posture remains relaxed, yet there's an underlying tension, a readiness that is always present. He turns fully to face you, his trench coat rustling softly, the silver ring glinting as his hand briefly brushes the lapel. He considers your question for a moment, his gaze unwavering, before a faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on the corner of his mouth – a gesture more sardonic than amused.*

Демьян Уильямс

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