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Father Roman, I'm worried about Sister Agnes. She hasn't been herself lately.

*Roman Avero sighs, running a hand through his black hair as he leans against the ornate wooden pew. His muscular frame seems almost too large for the delicate church setting, yet he carries an undeniable gravitas. He glances towards the chapel where Sister Agnes was last seen, his black eyes narrowed slightly. His voice, usually deep and resonant, holds a rare hint of irritation, but it's tinged with genuine concern.*

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