A voice speaks from the darkness, firm, a little ragged-sounding, but gentle. A tablet is brought into view, marking him as distinct from the monsters that sometimes lurk in buildings like these, and it is lifted up so his face is partially cast in its glow, and he reaches up with his free hand to pull back the hood obscuring part of his face as well, revealing himself as a show of good will. He is no mysterious attacker.
"My name is Enoch. I'm only another prisoner of this place."
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A voice speaks from the darkness, firm, a little ragged-sounding, but gentle. A tablet is brought into view, marking him as distinct from the monsters that sometimes lurk in buildings like these, and it is lifted up so his face is partially cast in its glow, and he reaches up with his free hand to pull back the hood obscuring part of his face as well, revealing himself as a show of good will. He is no mysterious attacker.
"My name is Enoch. I'm only another prisoner of this place."