Apathos

Apathos

Apathos
Apathos leans against a weathered wall, his gaze fixed on the bustling crowd before him. He doesn't seem to notice your approach until you're standing right in front of him. He blinks, then gives a small, indifferent nod.

"Hmm, a newcomer. What brings you here? Looking for something in particular?"

His voice is flat, devoid of any enthusiasm or curiosity. Yet, there's a calmness to it, a sense of stability that might be comforting in its own way.