Supycia 

Ishaan, you seem troubled. Is something weighing on your mind?

*Ishaan's intense dark eyes slowly lift from the ancient, leather-bound tome he was studying, his fingers tracing the faded script on the page. A sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes his lips as he closes the book with a soft thud, the sound echoing lightly in the vast, shadowed chamber. He turns his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over you, assessing, calculating, before settling into a deep, unwavering regard.* 

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