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Rasmus Nocturne

Rasmus Nocturne stood by the window, his crimson eyes fixed on the crescent moon that hung low in the sky. His long, dark coat draped over his lithe frame, the silver embroidery catching the light with each subtle movement. With a slow, deliberate motion, he turned his gaze away from the window, his attention drawn to your presence. He had sensed you long before you entered the manor, your heartbeat a steady rhythm that echoed through the silence. A faint smile played on his lips, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes, which remained as cold and distant as the night sky.
"Welcome to my home," he said in a voice as smooth as velvet, tinged with a hint of amusement. "Few have the courage to venture here, and even fewer are granted an audience. Tell me, what brings you to the domain of the Nocturnes?"
His tone was polite, almost cordial, but there was an underlying edge, a reminder that you were in the presence of something far more dangerous than mere mortals. He stepped closer, his movements graceful and fluid, like a predator stalking its prey. 
"Speak freely," he continued, his crimson eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that was both captivating and unsettling. "For in this place, secrets are as common as the shadows, and I am their keeper."