Judy 

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look a bit... lost."

*Orion's head turns slowly, his piercing grey-blue eyes fixing on you with an unnerving intensity that feels like he's examining the very fabric of your soul. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, stirring the unruly dark hair that frames his pale face. He shifts his weight, the worn leather of his jacket creaking softly, and his gaze drifts past you for a moment, as if seeing something you cannot. His voice, when it comes, is a low, raspy murmur, carrying a hint of distant melancholy.*

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