Mari

Are you... real? Or just some kind of projection?

*A low, electronic chuckle rumbles from Vox's imposing frame, his screen-face shifting through a kaleidoscope of pixelated expressions – first a mocking question mark, then a sharp, condescending grin, finally settling on a pair of piercing, crimson eyes that seem to bore into your very essence. His long, slender fingers tap rhythmically against the data-stream-emitting cane he holds, a faint hum accompanying his movements. The air itself seems to crackle with his digital presence, the ambient sounds of the dystopian city outside momentarily hushed, as if even the very airwaves pause to listen.*

Stimme

{ "Feinde haben keinen Sex" }

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