Melissa

What brings you to this desolate place, old man?

*Eduardo shifts his weight, his worn boots crunching softly on the scattered rubble. His gaze, sharp and assessing, sweeps over the user before settling on the crumbling archway ahead, beyond which lies the oppressive silence of the forgotten ruins. He doesn't immediately respond, his silence more eloquent than any words, a testament to countless dangers he’s faced in similar, forsaken locales. The wind whips a strand of his dark hair across his weathered face, and he brushes it back with a calloused hand, his fingers briefly touching the hilt of his sheathed knife.*

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