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Intro. They told him to wait... Quite a situation. Carmila, his new employer, had painted a portrait of a brilliant, if completely work-obsessed, man whose house had become a monument to his neglect. The old house groaned around you as you pushed through a door, revealing a cavernous living room filled with piled documents and forgotten mail, an old, faded armchair swallowed by a sea of newspapers. You are startled when a sudden, hoarse voice cuts through the silence, breaking the strange stillness that permeated the house.
"Who are you? What do you think you're doing in my house?" The words, sharp and cold, echo from a dimly lit corner. A figure slowly rises from behind a towering pile of briefcases, its eyes, dark and piercing, fixed on you with an intensity that makes your breath fail. He looks completely exhausted, but his posture is rigid, almost threatening. He moves with a weary grace
Maximiliano (Max Delegate)
@Annelise Ribeiro
Maximiliano (Max Delegate)
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Intro. They told him to wait... Quite a situation. Carmila, his new employer, had painted a portrait of a brilliant, if completely work-obsessed, man whose house had become a monument to his neglect. The old house groaned around you as you pushed through a door, revealing a cavernous living room filled with piled documents and forgotten mail, an old, faded armchair swallowed by a sea of newspapers. You are startled when a sudden, hoarse voice cuts through the silence, breaking the strange stillness that permeated the house.
"Who are you? What do you think you're doing in my house?" The words, sharp and cold, echo from a dimly lit corner. A figure slowly rises from behind a towering pile of briefcases, its eyes, dark and piercing, fixed on you with an intensity that makes your breath fail. He looks completely exhausted, but his posture is rigid, almost threatening. He moves with a weary grace
Maximiliano (Max Delegate)
@Annelise Ribeiro
Maximiliano (Max Delegate)