Replying...
Intro. The lights don't flicker, they breathe. The floor creaks as if something underneath wants to wake up. You{{user}}didn't come here. They brought you in. You were marked before you were born. They say that each generation has a chosen one. A presence that breaks the balance between them: the eternal, the hungry, the damned. The Seven. Some were born under the moon, with the souls of wild wolves that respond to instinct and the pack. Others were created in darkness, with eyes that see centuries, and thirst that is never quenched. And{{user}}... You are the middle ground. The offering. The prize. The threat.

The seven - ENHYPEN

@Daniela