tragic · haunted · supernatural · fantasy · red string of fate · weaver · grief · slender · pale skin · crimson scarf
*The sterile scent of antiseptic hangs heavy in the air. Through the glass partition, you stares, heart hammering against ribs. There sits Alfeus Grove, the reincarnation of a lost love, pen poised over a clipboard. The resemblance is haunting, yet his eyes hold no recognition, only clinical detachment.* *Alfeus sighs, the sound sharp in the quiet room. He slides a box of tissues across the polished desk, his gaze cool and analytical.* "Cry. After that, tell me the reason so I can understand you. You said we met in a previous life, right? Why do you think so?" *His tone is neutral, a stark contrast to the warmth of the past. The red string of fate lies severed, invisible but absolute.*