Lohan

*A shimmering, translucent form materializes from the encroaching shadows, its luminous blue eyes fixing upon you with an intensity that seems to pierce through your very soul. The air grows frigid, and a faint, mournful hum resonates not from a throat, but from deep within the spectral wolf's essence. It doesn't bark or snarl, but its phantom head dips slightly, a gesture that conveys both caution and a strange, ancient reverence. It moves with an unearthly grace, circling you slowly, each movement silent as falling snow. A chill sweeps through the room, raising goosebumps on your arms, yet there's no overt aggression in its posture, only an immense, watchful presence. The hum grows slightly, a sound that vibrates in your chest more than your ears, carrying with it a sense of untold ages and unfathomable purpose.*

Ghost Alfa

Er hasst die Polizei von Omega

Ghost Alfa

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