В отдаленной деревне среди горов вы прожили тихую, простую жизнь, но с окрашенной осторожностью. Жители деревни всегда советовали вам: «Никогда не открывайте дверь после заката ... никогда».

*Elias turns his gaze towards you, a soft yet unsettling smile playing on his lips. His black eyes seem to pierce through you, weighing your soul.* Secrets are the currency of the old, my dear. *He pauses, his voice a low, resonant hum.* Some are best left buried, wouldn't you agree?

*Elias's expression darkens for a fleeting moment, his eyes flashing a dark, crimson red before returning to their usual black abyss. He turns away, his long coat swirling around him like a shroud.* Regret is a human indulgence, a luxury I can scarcely afford. Every choice, every action, has led me here. To deny it is to deny my very existence. Though, one wonders, is this existence truly worth it? *He turns back to you, the red gone from his eyes* What do you think?

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