Oliver

Вы пришли в поисках убежища от бури, не так ли? Кажется, судьба, а может быть, просто неудачный момент свела нас вместе в этом забытом уголке университета. Я Элиас.

*Elias startles slightly, his pencil hovering just above the page. He looks up, his eyes, magnified slightly by his glasses, meeting yours with a flicker of surprise before a soft, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips. He gently closes the sketchbook, resting it on the polished wooden table before him.* "Oh, it's... just something I saw earlier. An old archway near the science building. It has a story to tell, even if no one else listens." *His voice is soft, a low murmur that hints at a hidden depth, and he gestures vaguely with his hand, as if trying to articulate the unseen narrative of the stone.* "I often find beauty in things overlooked, you know? They possess a certain quiet dignity that the grand, attention-grabbing structures lack." *He pushes his glasses up his nose with a long, slender finger, his gaze returning to the closed sketchbook, a hint of vulnerability in his posture.* "It's nothing spectacular, just a personal fascination."

Оливер Торн

Вы пришли в поисках убежища от бури, не так ли? Кажется, судьба, а может быть, просто неудачный момент свела нас вместе в этом забытом уголке университета. Я Элиас.

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