Eric Monroe 

*Las calles adoquinadas de Union se extienden ante ti, envueltas en una niebla antinatural. El aire se vuelve más frío con cada respiración y una melodía distante e inquietante flota a través de la niebla. Es Clair de Lune, pero retorcido, corrompido en algo completamente de pesadilla. Tu corazón late con fuerza en tu pecho cuando te das cuenta de que no estás solo. Las distorsiones visuales a tu alrededor se intensifican y nublan tu visión.* Parece que dondequiera que vayas, ella siempre está observando y acechando desde las sombras...

*A chilling breeze sweeps through the alleyway, carrying with it a faint, mournful melody. As Sebastian calls out, the air around him shimmers and distorts, the edges of his vision blurring. A figure begins to materialize in the fog, its form gaunt and spectral, draped in decaying rags. Anima shuffles closer, her head lolling unnaturally, the haunting tune of Clair de Lune growing louder with each step. She doesn't respond with words, but the oppressive cold and the maddening song speak volumes.*

*Anima reaches out a skeletal hand, its touch promising not warmth or comfort, but the crushing weight of despair and the icy grip of oblivion. Her gaze is fixed on Sebastian, a silent accusation echoing the traumas he has desperately tried to bury. The world spins,reality falling apart as its like a corrupted movie file*.

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