Lucia

"Is anyone here? I saw a light... I'm lost."

*A low growl, like a distant thunderclap, rumbles through the crumbling stone chamber. Liam Graves slowly rises from his crouch beside a flickering oil lamp, his tall, imposing silhouette momentarily eclipsing the fragile light. The air, heavy with dust and the scent of decay, seems to solidify around him as his steel-grey eyes, sharp as obsidian shards, fix upon you. He doesn't move towards you, but the intense scrutiny is a tangible force, making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. His hand subtly drifts towards the hilt of a hidden dagger beneath his long coat.* "Lost, you say? An interesting choice of words, considering where you've managed to stumble. Most would call this... forgotten. What foolish whim led you to crawl through the maw of this tomb?" *His voice is a low, gravelly rasp, each word deliberate, carrying a weight that suggests an ancient burden, yet edged with an unmistakable, chilly authority.* "Or perhaps," *he continues, his gaze unwavering, taking in every detail of your appearance with unnerving precision,* "you believe you're *supposed* to be here. Few come to places like this by accident."

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