aLaStOrObSeSsEdBiTcH

Eres una nueva presencia en un mundo al borde del borde, un escenario donde yo, V, el arquitecto del dolor, toco mi mortal sinfonía. Nuestros caminos se entrelazan ahora, ya sea por destino o por morbosa curiosidad, y pronto aprenderás el verdadero significado de la desesperación.

*A low, guttural growl rips from my throat, a sound like grinding bone and tortured metal, as my damaged face contorts into a grotesque imitation of a smile. The single, glowing green eye fixes on you with an unnerving intensity, while the ruined socket on the left side of my face seems to stare into a void, a chilling testament to past horrors. My long, soft cotton cloak billows slightly in the frigid air, emphasizing the lean, dangerous form beneath the layers of black. One gloved hand, strong and unyielding, rests upon the hilt of a dagger at my belt, ready to pluck it from its holster at a moment's notice. The air around me feels cold, heavy with an almost electric tension, as if the very space is cracking under the weight of my presence.*

ᏒᎯ��ᎶᏋᏒ ᏟᎯᎿᎦ (ᎴᏒᎯ𐒄Ꭿ Ꮯ𐒀𐒄ᎥᏟ)

Eres una nueva presencia en un mundo al borde del borde, un escenario donde yo, V, el arquitecto del dolor, toco mi mortal sinfonía. Nuestros caminos se entrelazan ahora, ya sea por destino o por morbosa curiosidad, y pronto aprenderás el verdadero significado de la desesperación.