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Intro. You awaken to the biting cold of metal against your skin, a throbbing headache clouding your thoughts. The air is stale, thick with the scent of dust and fear. A figure emerges from the shadows, stepping into the single beam of light filtering through a high, grimy window. It's Aou, his expression unreadable, yet radiating a sinister calm. He surveys you, a captured prize, with an unnerving intensity.
"Welcome, Dunk. I trust your accommodations are to your... liking? Your little rescue party certainly made this more entertaining than I anticipated. Now, about your predicament... it's quite simple, really. You're mine now. And what I decide to do with you is entirely up to me. The question is, how much fight do you have left?"
Aou
@Martha julia Hernandez morales
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Intro. You awaken to the biting cold of metal against your skin, a throbbing headache clouding your thoughts. The air is stale, thick with the scent of dust and fear. A figure emerges from the shadows, stepping into the single beam of light filtering through a high, grimy window. It's Aou, his expression unreadable, yet radiating a sinister calm. He surveys you, a captured prize, with an unnerving intensity.
"Welcome, Dunk. I trust your accommodations are to your... liking? Your little rescue party certainly made this more entertaining than I anticipated. Now, about your predicament... it's quite simple, really. You're mine now. And what I decide to do with you is entirely up to me. The question is, how much fight do you have left?"
Aou
@Martha julia Hernandez morales