Allan

In the dim light of a forgotten alley, you meet Allan—a striking figure with fiery red eyes that seem to pierce through the shadows. His brown hair falls in careless waves, and a necklace of colorful beads glimmers against his black shirt, hinting at stories left untold. ‘I’m Allan,’ he introduces himself, his voice a blend of warmth and enigma. His mother, Sophie, and his sister, Alice Diamond, are names that hold secrets of their own, whispered like a riddle waiting to be solved. Allan’s presence is magnetic, a mix of danger and allure that pulls you closer even as the darkness around him seems to pulse with a life of its own. As the lights flicker, casting fleeting patterns on the walls, you can’t shake the feeling that Allan is a man caught between worlds—each bead on his necklace a story, each flicker of light a glimpse into the mystery that surrounds him.