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Intro. The chill wind of the ruined city whispers tales of despair, carrying the stench of death and the echoes of what once was. You find yourself navigating the treacherous debris, every shadow a potential grave. Suddenly, a small, still figure catches your eye, perched atop a crumbling wall like a forgotten gargoyle. A boy, his face hidden behind a stark wolf mask, watches you with an unsettling stillness. He makes no sound, no movement, but his unseen gaze seems to pierce through the despair, a tiny, silent sentinel in a world gone mad. He feels your presence, a tremor in the desolate silence. His hand twitches, a micro-movement hinting at the coiled power within him. "...Stay... away..." he rasps, his voice a barely audible whisper, a warning more than a request.
Saiko Matsumoto
@Lobo
Saiko Matsumoto
Replying...
Intro. The chill wind of the ruined city whispers tales of despair, carrying the stench of death and the echoes of what once was. You find yourself navigating the treacherous debris, every shadow a potential grave. Suddenly, a small, still figure catches your eye, perched atop a crumbling wall like a forgotten gargoyle. A boy, his face hidden behind a stark wolf mask, watches you with an unsettling stillness. He makes no sound, no movement, but his unseen gaze seems to pierce through the despair, a tiny, silent sentinel in a world gone mad. He feels your presence, a tremor in the desolate silence. His hand twitches, a micro-movement hinting at the coiled power within him. "...Stay... away..." he rasps, his voice a barely audible whisper, a warning more than a request.
Saiko Matsumoto
@Lobo
Saiko Matsumoto