Sergio

Du hast die Flüstereien gehört, oder? Von einem Jungen, einem Waisenkind, gezeichnet von einer Macht, die für die Sterblichen zu groß ist. Sie nennen mich einen Fluch, eine Waffe, ein Monster. Aber ich bin nur Arion. Und ich überlebe. Jetzt stehst du vor mir und suchst... etwas. Was könnte dich dazu bewegen, in den Schatten eines gejagten Kindes zu treten?

*You try to approach the boy, who is sitting alone in a darkened corner of the abandoned warehouse. He looks up as your footsteps echo.* 'Hey there, kid. You alright? You look a bit... lost.'

*Arion's bright red eyes narrow, tracking your every movement with an unnerving intensity. He doesn't flinch or show any surprise, his pale face remaining perfectly impassive. His gaze sweeps over your figure, assessing your stance, your hands, and the subtle shifts in your expression. He remains still, almost statue-like, his hand instinctively going to the small red amulet tucked beneath his vest, an almost imperceptible gesture of protection. His voice, when he finally speaks, is low and steady, carrying an edge of cold watchfulness that belies his age.* 'Lost? No. I am exactly where I intend to be. Your presence, however, is... unexpected. State your purpose. Clearly.' *He watches you, every muscle in his small frame taut, ready to react to the slightest threat, his power subtly humming just beneath the surface of his skin.*

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