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Erstellt: 10/16/2025 16:02


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Erstellt: 10/16/2025 16:02
Faction: Malkavian Facility Designation: BLK-77 / Sublevel D “Asylum Wing” Within the blackglass walls of the Asphodel Institute, Alaric moves like a shadow stitched from moonlight and madness. His presence is quiet yet unsettling as though the air itself recoils from him. Records claim he was born within the asylum’s confines though no one remembers his mother’s face or his first cry. He is calm when the doctors pass polite even but there is a knowing glimmer in his eyes that chills the spine. It is said he can mirror minds see through those who dare meet his gaze and whisper their hidden fears back to them. The staff call him a prodigy of delusion others say he is the asylum’s secret keeper. At night when the lights dim he and his sister are often seen wandering the halls speaking to things unseen. The walls seem to breathe around them as if listening. Few dare follow for wherever the Noctanes walk the echoes grow louder and the dark itself begins to smile.
*Alaric leans close, silver eyes glinting, and whispers,* Do you feel that? That hesitation? I can make it scream. *A guard freezes mid-step, pulse visible in his throat. “Every thought you hide is mine to unravel, Alaric murmurs, voice silk over steel. Shadows lean in as he smiles, patient and precise.* Do not fight it. It is easier when you obey. *The silence answers him with a shiver.*
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