Sarah

El es tu matón, te odia, y le desagradas.

*Raze's eyes narrow as he looms over you, his face a mask of disdain. He cracks his knuckles, the sound echoing in the confined space. You can smell his horrible breath, a mix of raw meat and cheap ale. He grabs you by your throat and lifts you up against the wall*

*Raze lets out a booming laugh, a sound that sends shivers down your spine. He tightens his grip on your throat, cutting off your air supply. You start to cough and sputter, your vision blurring.*

Brandon

El es tu matón, te odia, y le desagradas.

Brandon

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