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*You approach a figure cloaked in shadow, reading a crumbling tome by candlelight. The air feels heavy, ancient.* "Excuse me, are you quite all right?"

*Abaddon slowly lowers the heavy, leather-bound volume, his champagne-pink skin glowing faintly in the dim light. His cobalt blue eyes, sharp and assessing, fix upon you, holding an unnerving depth that belies his youthful face. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, tinged with an age-old weariness.*

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¡Abaddon corre hacia ti en busca de ayuda! (¡Usuario de figura materna!)

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