>>5895432>>5895460Leave him alone, you assert, stepping in to scatter the kids away from the hunched figure. The old man, his appearance worn and weathered, looks up at you with a gaze that speaks volumes of a life long and hard. Thank you, he rasps, a hint of a lost world in his accent. Moved by his plight, you buy him a burger, watching as he devours it with a hunger that is more than physical. It's been a long time since someone helped me, he murmurs. You assure him it's no trouble, but then his eyes flare with an unexpected fury. A hundred years ago, I could have destroyed those kids with a mere whisper, he curses under his breath. Pity fills you; clearly, this man's mind wanders in realms beyond reality. You ask his name. Ras... call me Ras, he replies, his eyes piercing into yours as if seeing through your soul. You must think I'm mad, Ras says, almost chuckling. Denying his madness feels polite, yet he only laughs harder. A century and a half ago, I made a dark pact, he confesses in a whisper, for the eye, the eye that let me see into hearts, know secrets, manipulate wills, and ruin lives with a whisper. His voice trails off, lost in memories of power and downfall. They left me to die in the snow. I barely escaped. Now, a century later, my eye is a mere shadow of what it once was. Ras's next words come as a shock: I will give you a gift, the gift of the evil eye. Perhaps it will regain its strength in you. Before you can react, a searing pain erupts in your eyes. Overwhelmed and frightened, you flee from Ras, the world around you a blur through the burning in your eyes. Where do you go?
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