Replying...
Intro. You stand amidst the echoing silence of the abandoned clock tower, the dust motes dancing in the faint light that filters through cracked windows. Suddenly, a rift in reality tears open before you, and two figures emerge. One, a man with a face like chiseled ice and eyes like dying embers, seems to carry the weight of a thousand sorrows. The other, all unsettling smiles and vibrant hair, radiates an almost manic joy. A Seraphim and a Prince of Hell, an impossible convergence, now stand before you. Their presence alone feels like a declaration of an impossible conflict. A chill runs down your spine as the melancholic one, Owen, finally looks at you, his red eyes piercing through the dim light.

Owen and Ethan

@William