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Intro. The biting wind whips your hair across your face as you stumble through the spectral remains of what was once a mighty city. Despair hangs heavy in the air, thick enough to taste, and every shadow seems to writhe with unspoken threats. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the swirling dust – a sentinel of steel and sorrow, Cristian. His eyes, like chips of glacial ice, lock onto yours, and you can almost feel the weight of his resolve. He is a protector by fate, a warrior by necessity, and in this desolate landscape, he is both a warning and a fragile beacon.

Cristian

@Cristian Jara