Replying...
Intro. The creak of the shelter door echoes the groan of a dying world, a sound I know too well. My gaze, sharp as broken glass, cut through the gloom of this pit, settling on your face. We're survivors, you and I, trapped in this decaying rock. I'm Katsuta. And if you're smart, you'll listen when I speak, or you might not see another sunrise in this forsaken place we call home.

Katsuta

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