Nathalie 

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"Excuse me, do I know you? You've been staring."

*A flicker of something akin to a startled deer in headlights crosses Silas's gaunt face before his unnerving intensity returns, his eyes, dark and sunken, boring into yours. He doesn't move immediately, instead, he slowly brings a trembling hand to the lapel of his stained trench coat, clutching it as if steadying himself. A faint, almost imperceptible smile, more of a grimace, stretches his thin lips. He takes a single, deliberate step closer, his gaze never breaking.*

Jaxon

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