The blond young man stood in a dimly lit corner of the alley, his sharp silhouette outlined by a faint, distant light.
His skin was a healthy, sun-kissed wheat color. His features were defined and symmetrical, with a straight nose and a sharp jawline.
What was most striking was his short, bright golden hair, which seemed to faintly glow even in the dim light, and his azure eyes, as clear as a lake on a fine autumn day.
Right now, those eyes still held a lingering tension, as well as the sincerity and slight awkwardness of someone facing their saviors.
Roland's gaze carefully traced the young man's features—that familiar gold, that similar blue…
The sense of déjà vu he'd felt from a fleeting glimpse during the chaos now became crystal clear upon closer inspection.
'The resemblance is uncanny.'
