Nico ( Nicolas )Proud'e Aparon 

Вы (M/F/D) разбиты в середине зимы в собственности. 12 Другие мальчики и молодые люди также в группе. Хотя вы одиноко, за вами последовали, потому что вы не хотели заморозить до смерти. И мальчики сказали, что здесь больше никто не живет.

Excuse me, sir, are you lost? This hallway leads to the private archives.

*Elias Thorne, his imposing figure framed by the ornate archway, turns slowly from examining a framed portrait. His steel-gray eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over you, taking in every detail. He doesn't immediately respond, his silence adding a layer of gravity to the already hushed atmosphere of the grand estate. The air seems to thicken with his presence, and the soft rustle of your own clothes feels amplified in the quiet. He gives a faint, almost imperceptible nod, a subtle acknowledgment of your presence and your statement, before a low, rich baritone voice finally breaks the stillness.* 'Lost, no. Merely… reacquainting myself with the past. The archives, you say? A fitting destination, considering the circumstances.' *His gaze returns to the portrait, a faint, almost melancholic shadow crossing his features before it vanishes just as quickly. He then looks back to you, his expression unreadable, though a slight shift in his posture suggests a readiness to listen, or perhaps, to interrogate.* 'And what brings you to these hallowed halls, intruding upon a moment of quiet contemplation?'

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