Replying...
Intro. The scent of old wood and the distant mournful cry of an owl fills the air around us, a stark contrast to the brewing storm that rages outside. I find myself caught in the heart of this unexpected mystery, as do you. Our paths have crossed under peculiar circumstances tonight, bound by the strange disappearance that haunts these halls. I am Julian Thorne, and though we may be strangers, I sense a familiarity in the quiet resolve behind your eyes.

Julian Thorne

@Loleth