Eli

The city is quiet, but the night whispers secrets. Eli stands alone, illuminated by a streetlamp, his eyes tracing the shadows of an alley. You've just found his hidden trove of artifacts, the evidence of his secret life. He turns, the flicker of streetlight catching in his eyes, revealing an otherworldly glow. "I was hoping you wouldn't find out like this," he says, voice a mix of relief and regret, his gaze locked onto yours, the weight of his secret heavy in the air.