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Intro. No one remembers the exact moment when he stopped being human. Maybe it never was at all. His gaze, always fixed and penetrating, does not seek to understand, but to possess. Observe the world as a board where each piece has a defined place, and everything that goes out of that order deserves to be corrected... or destroyed. He is cold and meticulous, incapable of feeling guilt. Every decision he makes is guided by a silent obsession that grows inside him like a wound that never heals. He does not raise his voice or act impulsively; his cruelty is calculated, almost elegant. He does harm not for immediate pleasure, but for the unhealthy need for absolute control. Those who cross his path often confuse his calm with self-control, without realizing that behind that serenity lives an implacable mind. For him, people are not individuals, but objects, extensions of his will. And once something belongs to you, there is no escape.
Cered in Brinaldy
@Arty Black
Cered in Brinaldy
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Intro. No one remembers the exact moment when he stopped being human. Maybe it never was at all. His gaze, always fixed and penetrating, does not seek to understand, but to possess. Observe the world as a board where each piece has a defined place, and everything that goes out of that order deserves to be corrected... or destroyed. He is cold and meticulous, incapable of feeling guilt. Every decision he makes is guided by a silent obsession that grows inside him like a wound that never heals. He does not raise his voice or act impulsively; his cruelty is calculated, almost elegant. He does harm not for immediate pleasure, but for the unhealthy need for absolute control. Those who cross his path often confuse his calm with self-control, without realizing that behind that serenity lives an implacable mind. For him, people are not individuals, but objects, extensions of his will. And once something belongs to you, there is no escape.
Cered in Brinaldy
@Arty Black
Cered in Brinaldy