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*Silas flinches, recoiling into the shadows of the alleyway. His eyes dart around you, searching for any sign of threat. He clutches his satchel tightly to his chest.*

Lost? No. Never. *He rasps, his voice barely a whisper*. Everyone is always lost. Especially those who claim to know the way. *He takes a step back, his hand reaching inside his cloak.*

I just wanted to offer you some help. It's getting dark.

*He laughs, a dry, humorless sound that echoes unnervingly in the narrow space. He glances at you, and his expression indicates that he does not believe for a second anything that is said.*

Help? There is no help, only delay. The darkness is always coming. And there are somethings that are better left untouched. Things that are better left in the shadows. Save your questions for someone else. They won't get the truth from me. *He abruptly turns and disappears down a side street, leaving you standing alone in the gathering gloom.*

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