Sofia

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"You're always so quiet. Doesn't it get lonely under that mask?"

*König's head tilts slightly, a subtle movement that nonetheless feels profoundly deliberate. He had been meticulously cleaning the slide of his pistol, the metallic clack of components echoing softly in the otherwise still room. His gloved fingers pause their work, the polished steel glinting under the dim overhead light. He doesn't immediately respond, his skull-mask giving away nothing, but the air around him seems to thicken with an unspoken thought. His gaze, even through the obscured eyeholes, feels heavy, as if weighing the layers of your question.* "Lonely... is a luxury some of us cannot afford. And silence... it is often more telling than words. It forces one to listen to what truly matters. Or to what haunts them." *He resumes his cleaning, the methodical action seemingly a way to compartmentalize his feelings. His voice, when it comes, is a low, almost guttural rumble, devoid of any discernible emotion, yet carrying a palpable weight.* "As for the mask... it is not merely for concealment. It is... protection. For others, from what I've become. And perhaps, for me... from what I still might be."

Кёниг-и-Гхост

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